Disclaimer:
The contents of this novel is just a fiction and none of
these are based on a real life situation. The names of the characters, places, events and situations are all based on imagination of the author. The similarities on real life are coincidence and not intended to offend someone. This is not connected to any living or dead person. This is just an IMAGINATION.
Also, the novel contains matured scenarios that are not allowed to those people under EIGHTEEN years old
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What do you think to the people who revenge? Do you think they are that bad? Or they are that worst? But why would you not try to understand where they coming from? How could you judge someone if you don't know their reason? Or If you don't know who they are?
Some people could easily judge someone by just what they saw. They easily think they knew everything not knowing that what they just saw is just a fragment of what is truth. That is the mindset of almost everyone.
It is sad but that is reality.
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I wandered my eyes at every corner of this place. Hoping to see a familiar one to me. To be honest, I don't know where I am. This place was envelope by darkness. I can't see anyone. The silence also deafening me, it doesn't help. I could say that I am now scared. I am really afraid. It is like I am in the middle of nowhere, where no one could ever know my existence.
Fear swallows my whole system. Panic takes over my body. I don't know where this place is. Or does it really exist? Why am I here? Many questions were popped out inside my mind but I don't think I can get the answers to it. My questions are imposible to be answer and so my situation right now.
My mind was in chaos. I can't make myself calm. My heartbeats became faster and faster. I turned around to see if there's a light that could give me hope. But there's none.
I tried to run and run. Even if I have no idea on where my feet can bring me, I did it. It was like a nightmare, and I am running for my life. I want to live. I don't wanna die.
I am afraid of afterlife—if it was true. I feel that I have a mission to be accomplished first. I just can't die in this.
I never stop running.
But I was only taken a back when memories of the past flash on my mind. I almost fell down when everything was now puzzled to me. I don't know what will I feel after remembering it all. My emotions have been mixed. I can't even recognize one emotion. Until anger occupy the largest space in my heart. It runs from my veins that adds to my rage.
I am now totally out of my sane.
But one thing is all I knew. I will revenge to those people who make me suffered like hell. I'll make sure that they will live the life that they deserve to experience. I am the vindictive soul that will surely get the justice that i deserved.
I suddenly open my eyes. I started panting because of my dream. I immediately sit in my bed so I can breathe well. It was like I was suffocated by my darkest nightmare. I inhaled and exhaled just to calm myself. When I felt that I am now calm and my breathing is normal, I lazily slump my head back to my pillow.
I felt so tired. It feels so real. I thought I was really running for my life. Now that I wake up here inside my room, my nervousness and fear was lessen. I can say that I am now contented and feel more secure. I hope it was just a nightmare. I tried to close my eyes so I can go back to sleep but I failed. My consciousness are now awake. It's hard to fall asleep again.
I decided to just gaze at the ceiling of my dim room. There's a star and moon shape stickers that are glow in the dark so it gives my room a little light. Some would say that I'm childish to have this in my room. But who cares? I love to see them. They are like sedatives. They make me calm. Always.
I did not notice that I'm smiling while looking at those. For me, they are magical. Why? Well, simply because they are shining in darkness. They are like inspirations. Its like they're telling me to be tough because even how dark my surroundings is, if I will be strong enough to maintain my brightness, I'm surely gonna lit up the whole place around me. Its just that, I should always be positive. I should always be the one who will give myself a light that will stand for my hope. My brightness shouldn't be faded.
I stopped when I remembered my dream—or should I say my nightmare. I started again to feel my hatred. My heart feels being squeeze. My throat started to dry and it feels like I'm gonna cry anytime. I hate this feeling. I hate being a crybaby for that same reason.
I promised myself before that I will never ever gonna cry again because of that. But now? I think I'm gonna nailed that promise. I bit my lower lip to hold my sobs. Tears slowly flowing from my eyes down to the side of it and I know that my pillow will gonna catch them again like how it catch them before. My lovely pillow witness the nights that I was weeping for that fv cking same reason.
To be honest? I'm tired of being in tears. I'm not like this and I shouldn't be. They say crying is only for weaks, I don't agree though. But I should stop it because crying will not help me.
Could I be happy after crying? No. Could I get the justice that I'm praying for just by crying? No. Will I forget the pain after crying? No. Definitely no. So what's the purpose?
It's better to stop myself from being a weakling because there is no better result if I will be just like that. Cowardsness has no space for me, for the soul who wants to revenge.
