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Thunders grumbled loudly and the heavy rain just won't stop. I don't feel like crying anymore-no, it was more like there were no tears left to shred. Everything was horrible. There was nothing left that was good. Literally nothing.
My life, my feelings, my body, the place I am at, and the current situation I am in.
I didn't feel the need to wipe my sticky face due to it being soaked with tears. Totally the clear result after crying for two days straight.
"Ha-hahahaha!"
I laughed quietly; being totally amused by how f*cked can my life be. Sure, others did laugh over it before, but this time around, I'm the one who's laughing.
I took a glimpse at my hands which their movements were limited. It was not because they were crippled. They were handcuffed.
'I am doomed.'
Words that I said to myself since I was little. Perhaps, maybe they were the first words that I could say right after the baby me was able to talk. The coldness inside this prison room which could reach my bones wasn't something new, but still something I couldn't fully adapt with.
How awful. I was angry and sad over this painful statement- I had spent 4 years inside a gloomy and smelly prison. What did I even do? What was my fault?
Well, yes, of course, I can't deny that I was a killer.
But I was forced to be one. The 16 year old me was forced to kill someone.
It was bearable before, but my last straw was when I heard yesterday's news. A news that was invisible yet able to chew me up and screw me over.
Clannnnggg!
The rusty door made a loud sound while being opened by a guard.
"Number 3409.
...It is time,"
Time for what, you asked? It is time to go to heaven. I had went through too much pain. It is now the time for me to get the reward which I've been longing for.
Death.
I stood up and forced myself to smile to the guard. The guard's hands trembled so bad that I could not help but notice. For what reason, I don't know.
"Thank you, mister,"
He was quiet and didn't say anything even after I thanked him. I never got the chance to know his name, but I am quite fond of this guard.
Right before I get out of the prison room, I could feel warmth on my back. The guard had wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and cried.
"I... I am sorry. It is not your fault,"
Each word comes out of his mouth one after another but the tones were getting lower each time.
'What did he say? It is not my fault?
...I know that already.'
"Just show me the way to get there quickly, please,"
A request that I made to him while my body languages were all made it looked like I was so desperate and begging for him to grant that request quickly.
My half-sincere smile, my red and teary eyes, and lastly, my trembling body. Every single second of breathing is now a torture for me. Let's end this torture. As soon as possible.
He lowered his cap to cover his face. A habit of his which he always did when he got embarrassed and sad. He actually covered absolutely nothing with the cap and it ended up with me having second-hand embarassment as he was doing something very useless yet cute.
After a long time hugging me, he nodded weakly and took the lead by walking in front of me as he will now lead me to heaven.
While I was walking, numerous people inside their own prison rooms were watching me. Some people are the people I knew, and some people aren't. They all mumbled something that I both could and couldn't hear.
Number 3410: "Isn't that the puzzle wrecker? What happened? I have never seen him looking like that before. He is out of spirits,"
Number 2440: "You didn't know? He is going to the heaven path today,"
Number 3110: "What? It shouldn't be the time yet!"
Number 2440: "He reached twenty two yesterday. It is the time, number 3110,"
Number 2557: "But I heard that he is a good kid, isn't he? I killed someone too, but it was totally intentional, unlike his case. How come his punishment is heavier than mine?"
Nobody knows the answer. But I, number 3409, know the exact answer for it. Precisely, there are three answers.
Power, politics, and bullshit.
Number 2440: "Hey, puzzle wrecker! It is not your fault, okay?! Thank you, and we love you!"
It was then where no one was able to say anything more. They were too shocked. Everything was so complicated for it to be processed in their brains.
The kindest and terribly wronged kid who had spent time with them for 4 years will soon leave them forever. They loved him, he was a family to everyone as he was kind to everyone, and they all know how f*cked his life is.
After all, they heard about how number 3409's mother died yesterday, which was right on his birthday. And for him to immediately go through the heaven path now? He had the worst luck.
"Yeah...yeah, me too! I-I love you too, puzzle wrecker!"
"You are a kind person, number 3409!"
"The world is too dumb for you!"
They weren't cheering. They were shouting desperately and furiously, and some were already crying. Not just the prisoners, but the guards, too. Number 3409 was that much of a kind person.
I wanted to say something for them, like giving my thanks or, apologies... but the words wouldn't come out. I couldn't even bring myself to look at their faces.
Thanks to them, the prison wasn't that bad. I got to meet a lot of people like me. The type of people who had went through a lot. They are prisoners, but to me, they are my brothers.
The guard had led me to a wooden door. I slowly opened it. I can see now. The heaven path. It was so big and scary. A lot of eyes were on me as I kept walking towards it. There were a few stairs, so climbed them and- finally. This is the final point.
I am about to get hanged as punishment.
Out of a sudden, my shirt was getting more wet due to more tears had dropped from my face. My heart was beating so loudly that the sound could even reach my ears. My body trembled so bad and my brain stop functioning. Why? Why was my body reacting like this?
Ah. I know the answer now. It was because I didn't really want to die. I wanted to keep on living. I wanted to see the world that I wasn't able to. I wanted to keep breathing since I realised that it was actually never a torture, but a blessing. My legs suddenly went numb. I slowly got on my knees as strength also gradually went out of my body.
"Number 3409, it is time."
A cold, stoic and threatening voice came out of someone that I really hate which can be heard by everyone in the punishment room. He was someone that ruined my life the most besides my father. I slowly stood up and wiped my tears. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
I went forward and put the rope under my neck. Now, the last step should be-
DUMMMM!!!
The thin wood which I was standing on was falling downwards. I saw my legs swinging forward and backwards, and I was desperately grasping for air. It felt like my neck just broke due to the overwhelming weight of my whole body is now totally focused on it.
'M-mother...'
'Let's meet soon...'
'I am coming for you, mother.'
***
'"Hahhhh!!!"
I unconsciously stood up and gasped for air. My hands both are trying to untie the rope that was on my neck, but that was when I realised there wasn't any rope anymore. I did this out of instincts while my brain couldn't think of anything.
"W-what..?"
'Didn't I die?'
I thought. I immediately touched my face and to my surprise, my cheeks weren't as thin as before. They were a little bit chubbier. As if that wasn't surprising enough, I literally went insane when I saw my surroundings. I was in a room. A FREAKING PRETTY BEDROOM.
There was a study table right in front of me and there was a computer on it, there was a television, and also a bed on the corner of the bedroom. On the king sized bed, there were a dark blue teddy bear and a huge dark blue whale squishy. I wanted to say that this was a child's bedroom since there were stuffs like that, but that won't be totally right, either.
The design of everything else was so clean, modest, elegant and totally screamed the 'rich male teenage bedroom' vibe. There were also a black coloured bookshelf, dark blue closet, black couch and black curtains which had been avoiding any light to enter the room and it had a few golden flowers sewed on it.
The combination of black and dark blue of the furnitures in the bedroom made everything looks so good and exclusive.
'Where am I?'
The first question that was on my mind. Never have I ever dream or been in a such luxury bedroom.
Pungent smell suddenly covered my nose and it was not pleasant. The smell was strong and I could sense it real close.
I tried to plug my nose with my finger to prevent the smell from entering my nose any longer, but I sighed after seeing my hands were still handcuffed. Looks like I noticed it a little bit late since I was too used to it.
My body felt weak, causing me to stumble a little. However, there was something hard behind my back which prevented me from falling down. It was a chair. I sat down slowly and ruffled my hair with both of my hands, being totally confused and frustrated.
Why the hell am I still handcuffed in this smelly heaven?