vengeance

FOURTY THREE.

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chapter forty three —

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YOU ARE only a light in the sky— shine bright, for the empty sky will become your night. The room you've stayed in makes you at ease, your time has come to face the consequences— the gods had agreed on your punishment. Pebbles and petals that you had met, leave them all as you move on forward with your path. Admire them as much as you want— with a gentle eyes and a soft smile.

Take steps a few more steps and you will finally be departed from the loathsome world you live in.

Death is and forever will be inevitable— Is what the gods have told you ever since the beginning. Are they laughing at you up there? Do they even feel the pity or even the guilt of putting you in every situation that will be the cost of your death.

Will you accept your destined fate?

The sky was falling snow— the chilly atmosphere was starting to get cold each seconds. A perfect day to die during the winter night, one may think. Spilled blood taking over the white field.

You took a glance at Mikey's worried face, his arm out for you to be grabbed but only the gust of wind was grasped. He wasn't ready to lose you— not when he just lost his brother, the only family he had left.

Your heart pumping fast and a presence can be felt from behind your figure. Cold drops of sweat starts to fall down from the sides of your forehead.

As if you had taken the spotlight of the night once again— everyone will be witnessing the night of your death.

You didn't thought about anything— no, what is there to think when you were about to die?

Is it the people whom you love? Or regrets that you've made whilst staying your time here on earth? Are you sorry for everything and everyone? Or are you thankful that everything has come to an end?

Death is indeed frightening to think about.

Your body activated your flight or fight responses, you quickly turned around just to find a delinquent running towards you with a knife on his hand, ready to stab your form.

Taking a gulp, your body moved on its own.

The moment he strikes towards your figure, you swiftly took a hold of his arm gathering all the strength you had left after fighting with your brother minutes ago— the knife was inches away from your face.

"You damned bitch!" He glares at your face, exerting force on his arm to pluck your eye. "Just hurry up and die!"

You furrowed your brows together and ignored his statement. You were too focused on fighting for your life, right now.

Death. That's so pathetic.

The man gasps— the grip you had on his wrist was tight, he gulps but only groans after you placed his arm right beside your head only for him to move forward and gave him a strike using your knees to hit his abdomen.

"G-Gah!!" The man falls to the ground together with the knife and a sound of clack echoes, he was curling his body from the pain you had given him.