Dead and Gone: No, Not Really
Suddenly, the door opened. Mom came in.
I tried to take her hand, opening my mouth, but nothing came out.
Mom, I'm not feeling good.
However, Mom just looked at me coldly and threw her phone onto the bedside table.
A video was playing on the screen.
It showed what had happened before I passed out.
At the start, I was curled up quietly in a corner. Then, abruptly, I began beating against the walls with my fists, pounding so hard that my hands began bleeding. The blood dripped down my arms and onto the ground.