8 The fall (1/2)

I always fall from bad to worse. I Fall into a world of filth, murder, and r*pe.

I remember 14 years ago, I was a Boss mobster.

Everyone was afraid of me, and everyone was scared to say my name. But then again, I was falling psychologically and morally.

The name was just a human title, but everyone knows it as a monster.

I still remember the eyes of the girl I raped. The last time she was beautiful, and Bright was like a sacred jewel.

She is dark and sad now. But I didn't do anything wrong. I did what I wanted to do.

She couldn't protect herself. So don't blame me.

I am.

When I was dying, I heard her mother cry why she was crying when she was killing me. Is she sad for me? Or was she crying because she was falling, too?

Did anyone cry when they found out I was dead?

Hahaha

Would that make any difference?!

And now I'm still falling,

but this time, I'm falling from a high mountain to the ground to die.

Is it all ended?

Falling is a strange and lovely feeling.

Your body feels free. No one controls you. But as always, everything beautiful ends up colliding with ugly reality. There's no way out.

That bitch is the one who made me fall now. I don't know why she did it, but there's no difference.

I'm going to die again.

The fall has always had bad memories of me.

When I first fell. I was a little kid in my real world.

I was not yet the beast that stands before you now.

My mom saw me crying, and she looked at me, then she smiled. This was the first time I saw my mom grinned since I found myself alive.

She carried me into the kitchen, lit a fire, put a knife on the fire.

And she told me, ”I didn't want to hear you scream.”

And she put the knife in my hand.

When I was screaming, she was torturing me even more, so I didn't talk.

I was hurting in silence, crying in silence, feeling in silence.

So I've hated falling since that day, but it feels good.

That strange world despite repeated stories

But everyone in it falls for the same mistakes and repeats the same events, And it hurts the same pain.

Everything revolves around human life,

between.

Hope

Pain.