The Search for Freedom

Lil My hand knocked on the door several times, but there was nobody there to open it. until it realized the door was not closed. My hand slowly thrusted it, which made a sharp-crying sound. I entered the house and slowly shut the door. As I turned, I noticed it was so spacious there. The living room had three couches and a glass-topped wide table with four wooden vanished chairs around it. There were many paintings hanging on the walls, and a tile-made staircase wounding to the second floor.

It was a huge house, and there might have been a lot of people living there. My body started searching around the house. There was nobody there, but the curse would not stop searching for something it could not find. We climbed the stairs and I was surprised by what I saw.

The room was covered with hanging black curtains that reached the floor and danced as the wind blew, and there was something happening just then, but the body of mine would not give them privacy.

Behind the curtains, there were lights, and the silhouettes of two moving people could be seen on the curtains. A man and a woman were doing the thing a couple normally does. It seemed like I was watching a delicate movie played by two lascivious couples.

It seemed like the curse was also enjoying watching them make a baby, but as time went on, perhaps they were tired of what they were doing. I was wrong. They had stopped when they heard the sound made by my body as it touched and accidentally fell from the painting that was hanging on the wall.

"Did you hear that sound?" The woman inquired. "It seemed like something had fallen down on the floor."Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's nothing to love. Don't mind it, that's just a little sound. Come, let's continue this because it's getting warmer now." The man attempted to shower her with his rain of kisses, but she avoided them. "What if there's a thief who has entered our house and wants to rob something?" She attempted to spring out of their bed, but he stopped her by grasping her collar bone and making her lie down. "That's impossible. Have you forgotten that we have a strong guard who's watching outside our house? So relax." He whispered right through her ear in an annoyed manner, but she would not listen. "I cannot calm down as long as we don't know what it was." She pushed his face away. "What if you look for it before we continue this? I really have a strong hunch that there's someone who's watching us." "Okay. I will look for it. Don't leave here, and don't sleep." He kissed her forehead and sprang out of bed.

The curse seemed to know what was happening, because my feet brought us behind the wall to hide, and it seemed like it had a dark plan. Meanwhile, the man was checking the fallen painting. He took it from the tiled floor and hung it back on the black-painted wall.

There was a baseball bat lying beside me. My hand took it and prepared to strike the man once he passed by there. My hand didn't fail to hit him. He did not waste the opportunity to strike his head. He did not fall down at the first attempt; he had only been shaken and become dizzy.

On his second attempt, he was still standing and about to fall. When it stroked him again, he totally dropped down on the floor, and the wooden white-painted bat was torn. My hand punched him many times; the red liquid spurted out from his nose, assuring me that he was already dead, until his heart stopped beating. My feet kicked him, and he rolled down the stairs.

My feet brought me towards the spot where the woman was lying just a while ago. I cautiously walked towards her, but she heard my heavy footsteps.

"Love is that... you? So... is there someone who has entered our house or was it just nothing?" She asked in a perplexed manner, and became more surprised at seeing my handsome face. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Where's my husband?"

She was about to spring from the bed when my hands stopped her and grasped her neck. It seemed like they were withholding her breath. I could hear a complaining sound coming from her lips, a sign that she felt pain. However, instead of showing pity, my hands became more firm in their grip, and that made a sound like cracking. It seemed like her bones in her neck were broken, until her head fell languidly.

That was the worst day of my life because I saw how my hands killed those three people, but I could not even do anything to help them. The only thing I could do was to hope for their forgiveness. I knew I was the most sinful person in the world because I killed three people in a day.

If time could be restored, I already did it, so that their lives would also be restored. I might have been there in the past, turning my wrong decisions right. But as my mother said, "we cannot go back to the past." That was why someone should make sure that he had pondered over every decision he would make. One wrong decision could make him blame himself forever.

The bluish cloud reappeared at that point, dragging me back into my small bedroom. As I looked outside the window, I realized it was already evening; the moon was shining brightly in the starry sky.

I closed the window and took my clothes from the box. My parents would be confused once they saw me in that condition. I also knew that even though I looked okay, I still could not escape their questions.

My father would scold me again, my mother would be very worried, and, as a result, they would fight again because of me. In conclusion, there was a possibility that my family would be broken, and that was something I would never wish to happen.