Chapter 135 - Overcoming (1/2)
Two beautiful women was having tea while watching the five children playing in the garden.
The smallest child who was left running behind after the four children missed a step and fall down.
The child cried loudly.
The two women stand up in shock.
The woman with a lighter hair ran hurriedly to the child who falls down.
But she was a step slower than the child who was a head taller than the smallest one.
”Big brother..huhu.” The small child clung to his brother who blows his scratches on his knees as he cried. He could not hear what his older brother was saying. But he knew it was comforting words.
Yes. His brother loves him.
Then a shadow loomed over him. A long silver hair fell on his head. Softly giving him warmth and comfort.
”Mommy~” the small child called out to the woman as he opened his arms to let her carry him.
The woman carried the small child and patted his back lovingly.
”Don't be such a crybaby. Mother is sick. Yet you let her carry you. If mother's health got worst it's your fault.” A cold voice unbefitting of a child came out behind him.
The small child looked at his older brother.
When has his older brother spoken that way to him?
”I told you! To keep it a secret! It's your fault! Your fault!”
The small child watched in horror as his older brother got bigger in his eyes as he shouted words in a very cold manner.
”Mother died because of you. Do you have any sense of guilt?”
His brother's words were very cold that gave him no room to breathe.
”N-no! No! Mother is here! Mother is not dead! Mother is carrying me! Mom!”
The small child turned to look at his mom.
”What is it, Little Yin?” The beautiful face was half covered in blood. There was no life on her silver-blue eyes. Her smiled creepily to him.
The small child was shocked beyond words. He then felt cold blood on his chest.
It was his mom's blood that keeps coming out from her mouth.
”Cough!”
The small child watch in horror as he saw his mother coughing up blood. It bathed him until it becomes a river of blood.
The small child shivered.
There was no mom. No older brother.
He turned around to run away. To run away from this place. But then he tripped on something and fall.
It was a face. It was his nanny's horrified face.
'Kyaaahh' the child screamed. But no voice came out.
Then he saw Death coming to him. A demon in a black suit.
”Screamed one more time and you will be next.”
These words don't have a sound. But the child seems to hear it at the bottom of his heart. He was shaken to the core.
”You should die. You are weak, to begin with. What's the point of living?”
The child just stared at the man who was covered in blood.
Horrified.
Terrified.
He could not move. He could not speak. He could not breathe.
”You should die. It's your fault anyway.” A cold childish voice sounded.
”You should die. By dying, you would not suffer anymore. Isn't that great?” The devil's voice whispered at him.
”You should die.”
”You should die. That's your fate, to begin with.”
”You should die. You cannot change what happened.”
”You should die. You're just a burden.”
”Come, child, die with me.”
The child was drowning in the sea of voices.
”I should have died.” The child was standing at the rooftop. It was dark. The sky was covered in red.
The child looked down. It was the sea of blood. He could hear his mother whispering to him to come with him. To jump and find her.
So the child did.
He jumped.
But he did not drown to the sea of blood.
A soft, warm hands hold his hands tight.
”Don't you have any more reasons to live?” It was a cool voice that he was very familiar with.
”I-” The child's voice was that of a teenager.
”I want to wake up.”