31. Light a light for you.
Light a light for you.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
I never knew the darkness could reach that level.
I am a child, but there are children who are born devils. Even if you give him the chance, he will just turn his head and step on you.
One.
My best friend is the daughter of a murderer.
The title is not too high, but it breaks down all the way to a person.
My name’s Jolly, and her name’s Kojo, and we’re the same age.
I knew her when she was very young, and she and her mother were often subjected to domestic violence, and I always comforted her and wiped her tears.
These days lasted many years and changed when she was 10.
That year her drunk dad raped and killed a girl in my class.
I’m happy for her because no one beat her after her father died and she and her mother are free.
But I didn’t expect her mother to kill herself the day her father was taken.
After that, she had only one son-and-daughter grandmother with her.
She became afraid inwardly, always in the empty corner crying, and I would still wipe her tears.
But even if I comforted her, evil from all over the world left her without light.
Two.
At the beginning, it was just an ugly word written down on the school table, and a red paint as blood.
But slowly, I saw a lot more stuff at her desk, the stingy caterpillars and the scary insects, the bubble gums on the stool and the stapler.
At first, she would scream and I comforted her to be strong.
Indeed, she’s really strong and I’ve seen her get hurt countless times and bite her teeth.
It should hurt, but she didn’t cry.
I told her that the more she cried, the more they were happy and excited.
Because even the teacher despised her and hated her. She didn’t talk about it, just me.
She would always cry in the corner of the playground, and I would come to comfort her and wipe her tears.
I told her to stay a while and graduate, and then take a university from outside the country.
But it didn’t occur to me that her path was far from as long as I thought.
And that day I saw her walking into the classroom, as she had always seen in the sights of the depraved, and looking at the dirty desk.
But when I didn’t want to sit down and pack my class table, I saw her hand stiff and she looked at me shaking.
I just found out that she was in the pocket of something disgusting that we had never seen before, and at the time it smelled so bad that she frowned in paper and tried to throw it away.
And I didn’t want to hold my hand and suddenly there was a hand scratching her hand and holding it up.
It’s Cheng Lin.
He was the brother-in-law of the girl who was the victim and the most vicious of all these years.
There were many wounds on the legs of joy, which told me that he had done the vast majority of those injuries, but also because she was the brother of the victim, most of whom she endured.
“Look! What’s the killer’s daughter’s collection? Look! They’ve got something they used! ‘The Quillin screamed, and he swept through the high joy of his presence in contempt, and in the classroom boiled.
Yoo-hoo! The murderer’s daughter is so forward? I’m sorry.
3
“Aren’t you?” It’s inherited. You don’t know what her father is? What’s she saying?”
“Yeah, I can’t really see it. It’s a pretty good time! I’m sorry.
She is now only a high school student.
I know she’d like to cry, but she didn’t cry.
She stood up and tried to get out. I told her to run away if she couldn’t.
But Cheng Lin stopped her.
“What’s up? You want to run when you’re found? Are you trying to collect this? * He speaks with provocation, with contempt. *
“It’s not mine! I’m not that girl! I didn’t do anything disgusting! I’m sorry.
But the sound of her words just fell, and the slaps of “poke” came up.
It was Cheng Lin, whose eyes were caught by fire, and her hair was pulled back, and she turned back, and she fell back, and fell on the stool behind him.
I think she must have hurt.
And then there’s nothing to argue with until it’s high pleasure, and the stinking thing fell on her face.
4
I tried to stop it, but my voice was like a rock and a sea, and no one was listening to me.
The liquid came out of it, all over her face, and I saw it rubbing through her face with joy, but it spread even more.
“A disgusting thing? Who’s sick of your dad? “Chou Lin looked at her with a cold eye, and he hated her, and he had to kick her on his feet.
She held her head unconsciously and heard the school bell ring.
Cheng Lin sat back, and the classroom was quiet, but it was a mess.
I heard the teacher’s footsteps, and I picked up the table and the chair with Kojo.
The dirt on her face makes her lower her head, and I think she must be upset.
“Hello, my former teacher Qiu has returned to give birth and I will take over from today. My name is Meng. You can call me Miss Meng. I’m sorry.
A warm voice is very different from the old angry teacher Qiu.
It’s been so much fun, it’s so much fun to keep its head down.
And when the gentle teacher Meng looked at the high pleasure in good faith, I saw a light flashing in his eyes.
5
In this class, Mr. Meng taught a lesson and looked at joy from time to time.
For the first time, I saw someone looking at the eyes of joy without repulsion, even with the color of care.
After school, joy is still low, as before, and we always wait for no one to leave.
But this time, when everyone was gone and I was pulling high joy, I saw Mr. Meng come back.
He had kindly sent to his office, where he had wet towels.
I see red eyes, red eyes.
Finally, someone understood the joy and stopped looking at her in a filter.
He then went to Ms. Meng ‘ s office, where she had a nicely low head, because it was noon and the office was empty.
It was the first time that Mr. Meng had taken a nice wet towel to rub her face, and she moved her head down.
She whispered, “Thank you, Mr. Meng, but her eyes were down, “Do you like the smell?” I’m sorry.
It’s like a stabbing in my heart and in my heart.
I saw her panic, I tried to help her, but it didn’t work.
The door is locked…
Six.
She looked at Ms. Meng in a panic, and she had incredible eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, teachers don’t beat you like them. I’m sorry.
Mr. Meng still smiles softly, but at this point we have only a crushing feeling.
By the time this was over, Mr. Meng looked down at the joy of despair and laughed.
“It’s not the first time you’ve been crying? And he said with a cold saying, “The eyes are contemptible, and the eyes of joy are empty.”
But I’m the one who knows she’s a clean girl. It’s only last year when she was pushed to the ground, when she slipped down the lawn, she was hit in a tree, again and again.
There was a lot of blood, she cried for a long time and I kept comforting her.
When Mr. Meng left, I helped her up and gently shed tears.
I told her nobody knew about today. I’ll go to the police with her. I’ll stay with her forever…
She cried in my arms for a long time.
It was hard to get dressed and get blocked.
7
I still can’t save her this time. I can only watch, even my heart hurts.
It’s Cheng Lin with some boys in his class.
They saw what Mr. Meng had just done, but only when he had left.
I saw Kojo being dragged to the boys’ toilet.
I look through the door and I look at the white face of joy and my heart is almost torn apart.
This time, I tried to die, and I comforted her again, and I told her to live.
Dead, nothing.
She promised me to live.
She sat up with her best efforts.
I saw her sweating cold. I felt so bad, but I had to cry.
I said call the police, but I’m afraid I won’t.
They took pictures of high pleasure, and if they called the police, they wouldn’t survive.
She can only continue to endure, and I am so sorry for her that I am still powerless.
I hold her tight, tell her to go home.
8
She was too badly injured and hung a piss bag because she had dropped out of school because of the shame.
I’ll be with her every day, and I told her it might also be a relief.
Several accidents were reported at the school.
Mr. Meng was poisoned with gas, and all but Cheng Lin in the boys ‘ dormitories were electrocuted in the dormitories because of the improper use of electricity.
Having said that, I fell down and pushed down the paper before me.
“Sir, I’m done. Shall we go? I’m going to find Highjoy. She’ll be scared without me. I’m sorry.
I looked up at the police officer in front of me and the psychologist I had at the police station.
The officer looked up a little, and a few pictures were pushed.
“Mongyang’s family had a needle-hole camera with all the shots you showed up in it because of the couple’s quarrel, and 804 dormitory Chenglin just came to report, and he got a text message that belonged to you the night of the incident. I’m sorry.
Officer, I don’t get it. I’m so cute.
“It’s not her, she’s so scared, it’s me I’m helping her, not joy! I’m sorry.
When I disproved, someone was holding me. The psychologist said he was going to hypnotize me, and I struggled, but there was no enemy.
Wandering with the watch…
I seem to have seen another memory.
I began to rephrase with confusion.
9
My name is Kojo, and I’m my only friend.
It’s just, I don’t know why anyone can’t see her, but she treats me well.
She’ll wipe my tears and hold me warm.
When I was a kid, my dad hit my mom when he drank too much, and then he hit me.
He said that my mother was useless, that he would lose gambling if he didn’t have a son.
I was scared and I had to cry after being beaten.
And every time, it comforts me and sometimes brings me candy that I haven’t eaten. It’s sweet.
She’s so nice.
I asked my mom why she couldn’t take me away.
But my mother said that that’s what a woman does when she’s married. A man is a man, and he can’t leave.
I didn’t get it, I just felt a little wrong, but I said it wrong, and my mom would hit me.
I haven’t been able to talk since then.
But I really hate Dad, and I hate him, and I even wonder why he didn’t drink to death.
Drink up, I won’t have to be beaten, and Mom won’t have to take him that day.
But he won’t die.
Until that day, my father violated my classmates and he was sentenced to death.
I feel sorry for my classmates, but I feel like I can finally escape.
From now on, my mother can live with me, and I don’t have to be beaten anymore, or cry in hiding.
I wanted to tell Mom, but when I opened the bedroom door, my mom lay in bed like she was asleep.
Mom’s got a lot of shit. It stinks.
But I went up there and I called my mom, but she didn’t answer.
I pushed her as hard as I could, but I realized she was cold.
I realized something, I cried, this time, I was sad, really sad.
Even if my mom beat me sometimes, but she’s my life trust, and she’s gone and I don’t even know what to do.
The day my mother died, she comforted me, and she said I couldn’t stay with my mother, nor anyone else.
She also said that if I wanted to live, I had hope.
As long as I’m alive, I’ll be able to go to school, when I’m in college, I’ll be out of here, and I’ll be left alone.
Smiling me, holding me, she’s so warm.
I’m glad that even though I’m a thousand unhappy, there’s one with me.
It’s just that I didn’t think the title of the daughter of the murderer was that scary.
It’s worse than my dad hitting me.
I’m starting to get involved in the bullying that I could see on TV.
I’ve been pissing on my back in the toilet, touching my head and telling me it’s all right.
When I ate, I ate glass and stuff from rice.
Jolly blew me up and told me to be careful the next time they didn’t want to make me feel better, and I had to work harder.
I think it’s nice to have a little something. I can handle everything. I’m a senior.
So after that, I will turn my blind eye to whatever appears in the drawer, unless it is intolerable.
I think it’s not that hard to bear.
But then Cheng Lin suddenly humiliated me with disgusting things and even leftovers.
It’s disgusting and disgusting and I can’t ignore it. I have to throw it away, or I’ll be misunderstood.
But I didn’t think this little struggle had dragged me into the abyss.
When I got up from the ground, I had that disgusting thing on my face, and I endured it.
I think it’s okay to wash after school.
But…
That’s when I wasn’t run over by a teacher.
And he looked at me several times, and there was no contempt in it.
I’m really happy and happy.
Especially when he said I was going to his office to wipe.
It’s been so long, no one’s been so good to me, except for my pets.
I’m happy to go with my pets.
But I didn’t think that such a gentle teacher was not worthy of being human.
It was the first time I felt so hard to live.
I saw the baby crying, but I knew she couldn’t help me.
I feel so bad coming out of there. I feel so dirty.
It’s dirty. It doesn’t deserve to live in this world.
However, Joie told me that no one would know what was going on today, so long as I secretly called the police and didn’t let the police report.
I nodded my head, and I thought, maybe the celibacy was right, so long as nobody knew, I could live.
Didn’t I mean to live? I’m leaving this place! I want a new life.
But just after I got out of the office, I was dragged into the toilet by a boy led by Cheng Lin.
He hates me and doesn’t let go of every chance of revenge.
That day was the most terrible day of my life.
As a result, I was hurt all over.
Then I cried to them.
I said I could kneel down and beg them, or I’ll die for it.
But my cry was not heard, except for the tenderness, and she was crying in her mouth.
They’re laughing, I’m crying.
I thought it was a nightmare, but I didn’t think they were horrible.
I’m gonna be strong.
I don’t think I’m gonna make it.
It hurts… it really hurts.
For the first time, I thought it was a relief to die.
This time, I cried in the toilet for a long time, and I kept rubbing my tears, and she was still warm with me, but I felt I couldn’t live.
I said I wanted to die. I didn’t want to be strong anymore.
I… really want to die, I don’t know why I’m alive.
What’s the point of living?
Am I only worthy of being trampled under my feet for life?
I want to live, but they don’t treat me like I’m human!
I don’t want to live.
Hold me in my arms, give me warmth, she looks at the blood on my body and still wipes my tears.
And then, for the first time, she looked me in the eye and said firmly, “Enjoyed, if it’s enough, don’t put up with it.
She said to keep me alive.
Like the most beautiful flowers, not just to live, but to live well! Beautiful!
Don’t ever give in again.
She said that the world left me unable to live, so don’t try and fight.
10
I was hiding in the toilet shaking.
I held her tenderly and touched my hair.
I’m crying and asking why are they doing this?
She said she didn’t understand, even though she was a child, but some children were born demons. Even if you gave him the chance, he would just take the opportunity to suck your last drop of blood.
This time, I was forced to leave school, but I didn’t call the police.
They took pictures of my shame and I dare not call the police.
And I, because of the serious physical damage, had to live on a piss bag even after I had treated.
Grandma was ashamed to call me a hit, and I couldn’t resist because I had to live on what she gave me.
Grandma said I didn’t go to school and went to school.
Now she’s responsible for this. It’s so bad.
And then she started crying about her son, and she said it was my fault.
If I hadn’t spoiled her son’s luck and brought my classmates home, how could her son have been killed?
I’m not talking, I’m just looking at the beauty.
I don’t have to go to school, I don’t have to live in hell anymore.
I’m sorry, but I’m glad.
Unfortunately, I will never get out of school and never get out of the head of the murderer’s daughter. Fortunately, I am finally free.
But I didn’t think they would let me go even if I had to leave school.
The other day, my wife and I were hanging clothes at the door and Grandma came home and slapped me in the face.
I’m so scared of my face.
I asked Grandma I didn’t do the housework, okay? I can change.
But Grandma left me with a phone, and my picture in the Twitter group went crazy.
One picture after another is like a wild dog eating my rotting body…
The last scene went back to my head, and I was so scared that I could shake.
Those branches, I can’t recall, I’m really scared.
I’m afraid those nightmares will happen again.
Grandma beat me up and threw me out. She hates me. I’m not allowed to live with her anymore.
I came back to my home crying with my tenderness.
It’s cold here, nothing.
I shrunk in the corner, scared.
I asked if I was the only one who let me go.
She said that maybe I could get it over with and get out of that nightmare.
I told Jolly, this time, I’m gonna let the people who hurt me stay with me, even if they die.
So I don’t have to suffer anymore.
She said she’d help me, and she’d always be on my side, and I hugged her and she was still that warm.
It’s nice to have her.
Eleven.
The next day I went to Mr. Meng’s house first.
This day, I wore a cold and carefully made up.
I knew he had a wife, so I knocked while his wife was out.
I knew it was a shock when he saw me. His eyes were shining and he looked me in.
I pretended to cooperate and lure him in.
Not long before he fell asleep.
I took the medicine from my grandmother.
Enough for him to sleep.
I looked at him and tried to kill him with a knife, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t.
If possible, I think they’re all fucking dead and I can live.
Sounds ridiculous, but I really want to live.
I don’t think I did anything wrong. They hurt me first!
But then I was scared.
Jolly closed the door and the window, put Ms. Meng to bed, she saw me scared and helped me turn on the gas and took me out.
Until two hours later watch his wife come back.
I heard women crying and yelling.
I’m sneezing. I wonder if her husband just got a dirty liquid and I left my new underwear there.
Jolly said she was happy for me and I said, I’m happy too.
Animals, where they should go.
But I looked at my hand, and it was cold in my position.
Am I going to be the same as Dad?
Can I have these hands?
Next stop, 804 boys’ dormitory.
I went at night.
I hooked up with a 40-to-50-year-old man who didn’t even get involved.
I said I’m going in there to find my boyfriend, and he shot me and said I’m going back.
I said I’d put up with it, and I said yes, but I don’t know why, suddenly I feel sick.
Is this what they call a bitch now?
She says I’m the best girl in the world. It’s them. They deserve to die!
I nod my head, so go on, and I have no way back.
12
I went upstairs and they slept like dead pigs, and I looked at the empty bed, and I knew the message to him today worked.
I sent him a message before I arrived, pretending to be one of his admirers, to give him a gift, and now he should be waiting.
I’ve seen a gleam in my eyes, he, I let go.
But the last step, I’m scared, I’m afraid.
Jolly said she helped me.
And We watched with tender hands and feet and filled the ground with water, and pulled their own hot wires and put electricity on the ground full of water.
Then I hesitated, and suddenly I feared that there would be so much blood on these hands, and I stopped the tenderness and drew out the electricity.
I guess I’m useless!
But the next day, I was surprised to hear that 804 dormitories had died of electrical shock, with the exception of the out-of-the-forest.
I laughed for a long time, but I cried.
I didn’t know they killed themselves even if I was soft.
I thought I’d be happy.
But I’m not happy, even calm.
I asked if their deaths had anything to do with me and I was confused.
She says it’s not my fault they’re running out of power with the wrong appliances.
And anyway, I can live now.
Yeah, I just remembered that all I ever wanted was to live.
When I said head up, the watch stopped.
The police officers had a few moments of complexity in their eyes, and it appeared that there were some sympathys and even tears in the eyes of the psychologists next to them.
“There’s a way for her to recover? He looked at the psychiatrist next to him.
The psychologist shakes his head and frowns.
“It is hard to say that it may be because of a long period of repression and violence that a vision was created to protect itself. I’m sorry.
The psychologist spoke and wiped tears in his eyes.
“It’s almost certain that schizophrenia will be transferred to a mental institution. In her case, there should be no criminal liability. I’m sorry.
The psychologist spoke and watched the officer.
The police officer abbreviated: “It’s also a poor child.” Then hand it over to the psychiatric hospital. Treatment first. I’m sorry.
By the way, Mr. Meng’s death didn’t die of gas… his wife covered him up when he was in a bad mood, just to blame you for watching the later video. You tried, so your hands were clean…”
When I opened my eyes, and I looked somewhat in the eyes, I saw a figure when I again tried to bow my head.
In that second, my body was frozen in a moment, and I… I really saw it!
13
I screamed and ran out of the interrogation room. I just want to find her!
The crazy look has stopped the next psychologist and the police officer.
And then I felt my body pressed and a tiny needle stuck to me.
On the eve of my lost eyes, I did indeed see a pink dress standing at the corner of the interrogation room.
She’s still the same. She hasn’t changed at all. She’s like a 10-year-old.
Yes, ten…
She was the girl my father raped and killed.
It’s true, but it’s part of my fiction.
I had a friend named Jolly, but she died when she was ten years old, and the beauty that just appeared in the story was, indeed, an excuse for me to get out of it.
I just dropped out of school, and the pictures were circulated.
And I, like a turtle, shrink for six months.
After six months of thinking about ways of revenge and seeing countless cases, I came to a conclusion that people with mental problems are not legally responsible.
I can’t promise I won’t make it.
And I, if I want to live, even after revenge, I will live.
And I really like her, and she really protects me.
Every day, I’ll write down all my bads in my obnoxious diary, and I know she must be looking at me somewhere.
When I was five, my dad didn’t hit me, he hit my mom.
I’d always comfort my mom, and I’d love her even if she didn’t like me.
But I did not know then that the hearts would not change.
That night, my parents spoke in the living room and I was going to bed.
But I was afraid my dad wouldn’t sleep if he hit my mom. I thought if my dad hit my mom, I’d save her.
But I didn’t want to listen to it, and I was lying there listening, and my heart fell down.
I heard my mom was pregnant and she said it was a check-up. It was a boy.
She said she had to go find someone. I’m not lucky for my brother and dad.
So, when her brother was born, she sold me to Uncle San in the country to be a child daughter-in-law.
I was so scared that I’d heard that my cousin Juju was selling to my brother-in-law to be the daughter-in-law, and now he’s buying it again.
I was shaking and I opened the door and cried and said I could eat less and not throw me away.
My dad kicked me when he got mad and said I was dreaming.
He says I’m just a loser. Why keep me?
I scared to hug my mom.
I begged her not to send me away.
But my mother kicked me out of the way, while I was dragging my mother’s clothes.
She fell.
Mom fell on me, but her stomach fell and she had an abortion.
No more procreation. My dad hated me ever since.
He beat me almost every day, and my mother stopped, and sometimes he got angry and hit me together.
They all think it’s my fault my brother can’t be born because of me.
And then, Jolly just moved in, and every time I went out crying, she brought me her candy from home.
Very sweet, that’s something I’ll never eat at home.
Since then, she’s become my friend because my parents always have many scars on me.
She always took pills from home to help me do it.
On those days, I was beaten, but my beauty was my only joy.
I was thinking, she was the best girl in the world.
That’s it. We spent years. She came to me like an angel.
And I was like a broken leaf in the mud that she saved.
Her parents don’t like us hanging out, she doesn’t care. She steals sugar from my family.
She said if I don’t feel happy, eat a sugar.
Sweeter, life is not bitter.
14
I thought that such a day would continue happily.
It’s like a sweet life.
It’s just that she doesn’t know that I think she’s my sugar.
With her, my rotting life seemed like a little more sweet.
But I never thought that one day such a life would be strangled.
Strangling my only sugar, crushing it.
That year, I was 10.
I’m the same age, I don’t have a birthday, and my mom says it’s on the accountbook, and she forgot when.
So I don’t have a birthday.
She said it’s okay not to have a birthday. She gave it to me, so since she was five, her birthday is my birthday.
It’s just different that her birthday always has a family celebration and a colored cake.
That’s a nice cake. I only saw it on TV, never ate it.
But after I’ve known her, whatever the weather, she’ll sneak out the cake on her birthday.
It’s sweet. It’s sweet.
As sweet as a pet.
It’s just, I didn’t think I’d ruined all my sweets because of that cake.
On that day, it was Pity and my birthday.
Jolly got me a cake from home, my mom went to the night shift and Dad hasn’t been back for over a week.
I’m alone at home.
Did Jovi say I wasn’t afraid alone? I said I’m used to it, so I’m not afraid.
We ate cake together, and she said she wouldn’t leave, with me, and I was afraid that her family would worry and let her go back.
She won’t leave, I won’t say it, and I’m glad.
It’s the first time I’ve slept with her, and I hold her, and she’s so warm, that warm feeling that I think I can remember forever.
She fell asleep, slept sweetly, and I looked at her and thought she was really pretty, like a china doll.
I secretly kissed her face. It smells good.
I laughed and went to the bathroom.
I know, this friend is my lifetime friend. She’s so nice…
But when I came back from the toilet, the movement inside stopped me.
I stood in front of the door, and my heart was pounding with my tender screams, but with Dad’s voice.
15
I was shivering.
The response to years of domestic violence has made me consciously shivering as soon as I heard it.
I can’t move my legs.
I know, Dad probably took me for a pet, sure hit her.
I cried out, but I never had the courage to open the door.
Until … the sound inside stopped and my heart started beating.
I stunned my courage and pushed the door.
Pushing the door in the brakes, I saw Daddy and the plumbing on the bed.
I was standing there, with soft legs, sitting on the floor…
What did I do?
Why didn’t I just push the door! Why would I hesitate that time?
I hate to slap myself, but it’s late.
I’m still young, but the tears tell me exactly what happened.
I cried with my mouth shut and I was shaking.
My dad looked at me, looked at me, and he laughed.
“I won’t hit you today. It was like a thunderbolt on me.
I looked at the twilight and cried, and I didn’t know where the courage came from, and I pulled up the bottle.
But I was too short, and the bottle was just on his arm.
I screamed I was going to kill him.
But it didn’t work.
He just kicked me out with one foot.
I ran into the door, strangling in pain, but I kept scolding him.
It’s my first time scolding him.
I’ve never yelled before.
But he ruined my beauty.
She’s as beautiful as a porcelain doll. How could he destroy her?
I ran up like crazy again, and my dad picked up a bottle and suddenly smashed it.
He looked up at me, scolded her and stabbed me.
I can’t take care of anything.
But in the middle of the day, I saw a familiar figure.
It’s lovable.
16
She was standing in front of me like a flying butterfly, and the bottle entered her back, and she fell softly on the floor.
My dad woke up.
And he ran away with his head, and We held in our arms the tenderness of blood.
I held her foolishly and cried.
I keep saying I’m sorry. I said I’d call someone to save you.
But she shook her head, and she said she felt her eyes were closing.
I said you can’t die. If you die, I’ll die with you.
But she pulled out her smile and touched my face with her hands in blood.
“You… live well, please, please don’t be stupid live well you… live for me.”
She murmured and closed her eyes.
I’m shaking with my delicate body.
I called 120, but they’re not fucking coming.
And the pompous breath ends in a little bit.
I called her by her name over and over, but she never reacted.
She stopped smiling.
She’s as white as a porcelain doll and no more faces.
My sweetest candy is gone.
I held her in tremors and kept telling her that I was not complaining.
I told her I’d live. I’d live anyway.
But she won’t answer me. She won’t open her eyes.
I’m in pain, but it’s useless.
For a long time, I shivered and dressed and finally made a phone call.
“I’m gonna call the police. Someone killed him. I’m sorry.
It’s me who called the police. My mom beat me half-dead.
She says I’m a loser. I killed her.
She said I didn’t deserve to die because a dead girl killed her own father.
I think it’s funny, girl?
She’s not a dead girl, she’s my angel, but now she’s going back to heaven.
I went into the room and cried, and my mother kept me, and she told me to go and confess, saying I had lost my hand and killed her.
I don’t want to. He killed her. He deserves his life.
My mother called someone to beat me up and they said that the victim was throwing shit at the door because of me.
The man I called her mother said if I didn’t turn my confession, she’d kill me and let me go with my father.
I’m laughing, right?
I’m a good girl. I’m not struggling.
I brought my mother a glass of milk and said I was wrong. I’ll turn myself in tomorrow.
But even so, she called me a bitch, a loser, just like my dad.
I hate it when I think about my dad’s face, and I watch her drink milk and say she’s going to sleep while she’s scolding me and I’m begging for shit on the door.
I responded well.
Later, she didn’t wake up.
How could she wake up?
From that day on, I knew I didn’t need Mom and Dad, but I needed to live.
It’s a delicate wish. It’s my wish.
If she gives me life, I’ll live for her!
Quantified
When I woke up again, I was in a mental hospital, but I was fine.
Nobody hit me in this place, nobody yelled at me, and sometimes a gentle nurse sister came to give me a meds like sweet beans.
I pretended to eat, but I flushed them into the toilet.
This place is great. I’m too happy to leave.
Most of all, I’m afraid I’ll never see the beauty of the present again when I take that pill.
I’m up and I’m lazy. It’s nice out there.
Well, the food is good.
Chicken legs, vegetables, warm soup and rice.
I’m happy to laugh.
It smells good. I don’t have to worry about the glass in the food, or the ash maggots in the food.
It smells so good…
And I drew food, and then I saw the smile of my eyes sitting by the bed.
“Sweety, you’re smiling nicely, like a china doll on TV. * I smiled sillyly *
She was still wearing a pink dress on her birthday, wearing two croissants, and stood up and hugged me softly, warm, as she was.
Yes, it is.
Ever since I got here, I’ve never seen her come, and she can finally stay with me.
But now she doesn’t have to wipe my tears. She can stay with me in the sun, talk, laugh.
And I, too, slowly realized that every person’s life is a different color, but unfortunately mine is black.
But what if it’s dark?
Listen to me, baby.
She said, “If your world is dark, then let me light a lamp for you. I’m sorry.
Case number: YXX1 EmmawOeuRRRJ1ZrTQR1B
For love, never give up.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
Chaichus, wait!
x
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
