"Is this the end of my retarded life, is this where I halt my step."
I was scandalizing myself, who had dared to born in a poor family, who has done nothing but just loitered to be rich.
I was laughing at myself...
"Look at yourself....pathetic...., you will die soon, you know that?..."
The sky was apparent and the birds were gliding beautifully singing their lullaby of life.
I was frustrated at myself, I was broken into pieces that can never be accumulated.
"Why am I born human, why wasn't I born as a bird, I wouldn't need money then. I could fly freely?"
I could feel my tears slowly plummeting and freezing my heart bit by bit.
"Can someone stop this tear, please? I beg you. I want to die happily, please."
My vision was dimmed and was feebly darkening the world.
Somewhere within my heart, I wanted to live, I wanted to eat, I wanted to live a joyful life.
I unhurriedly drove my eyeballs to the periphery of my eye, I could only see the dimmed dusty, rotten soil and dumps, spoiled by humans.
Lying on rotten soil, I was just waiting for the demise or waiting to be something that doesn't need food, doesn't need money.
I was exhausted with this life. Even my gut was at its threshold.
"Bye..see you soon or maybe not..."
As I was giving up my vitality...
"Hang in there boy...How can someone be so brutal?"
I could at least hear his voice but I wanted to say...
("Can someone stop him, it's useless! Is he trying to save me?")
So this is how my story was inaugurated.
I was given a second chance to live the way I wanted to. I was nominated again from those slums. I was given an untaught pen to engrave a cultured life.
Of course, I couldn't write a fraction but at least I could try.
The morning was frigid and glossy with golden rays. For the first time, I could perceive the warmth of the cold. The blanket that had tightly enveloped me was really warm and fuzzy.
I wiggled my head toward the table, there was inscribed something on a small piece of paper dangled laterally on the outer bowl.
"Maybe it was written for me or not...it may be the name of the recipe?....or....whatever."
I whispered within myself.
I started to ate vigorously. Sometimes my neck couldn't adjust it but thanks to that man there was a bottle of water next to the bowl.
"Already finished!!!!"
I was so busy eating away that I couldn't even notice, it was already vacant. My belly was still growling.
I stood up and looked around for any availability of extra food.
But I was stunned by the glance of the surrounding, it was adequate. The bed was quite spongy and soft. It was like heaven for me. But the bad thing was that, now was that there was no food left so I dranked a full bottle of water.
I peeked through the window, it was higher than any normal window.
The outside was empty. I instantly got out and walked around.
"Just a single!" I was suspicious.
There was just a single hut surrounded by the vast pasture. The grasses looked so much delicate and greens, I couldn't stop myself rolling and playing.
I could clearly discern the twilight. The orange rays sparkle the green like a vast ocean.
I was sitting just next to the hot.
"I wonder if he would come again." I was somewhat sad.
"Ohh.... handsome you already woke up?!" He looked cool though.
"He came!" My enjoyment was out of the box.
("Hey, what..... handsome?" I was blushed but not so much.)
I gazed toward my body, I didn't notice that I was wearing clean and new clothing. I instantly smelled my skin, It was a really pleasant smell, some kind of perfume like those used by big people.
He was rather cool and look like a hunter and he was sloppy too.
Despite he was exhibiting his calm face, he looked rather in rush. It was obvious with his deeds. He was loading some kind of stuff.
"What are you doing?" I doubt.
"We are going somewhere?" He sounds frightened and hasty.
"Where?"
He looked at me for a moment and spelled...
".....City....."
"City?...why?"
I was curious because he looked confused while answering as if he himself didn't know where to go.
"Are you ok?"Observing his condition I couldn't stop myself.
"Shut up your mouth for a second dammit..!" He roared at me.
Of course, I was shut down. He grabbed my hand and started to run off, me, whose hand was pulled hurriedly, just followed him.
After about an hour of running, I was exhausted and the good news I got, we didn't have even a single drop of water.
("I mean what was he packing then?!")
"I can't run now, please!" my voice sounded really worn.
"Dammit.....! I hate kids."
(" I wonder why he saved me then, ... hey what?!")
He instantly grabbed me, tied me on his back, and started running.
I was surprised and delighted, someone was carrying me.
The first time I ever felt weightless.
But now the only thing that stings my mind is that...
("Why are we running? We could simply walk to town or we could have used public vehicles.")
("Why are you running as if someone is chasing for our lives?")
Oops, I was loud. He had certainly heard me but he ignored me and kept running. I kept silent too.
Well, I was enjoying it though.
Someone came, saved me, fed me, gave me clothing, and even cleaned me, and now, he was even offering me horse riding. I was glad and relieved. But a human has a name, right?
"Should I ask him now?" I questioned myself because I was also the one who got on his nerves.
I don't think that was the right time so l kept my mouth zipped.
Well after that long marathon, I don't think we went to the city but a small room. The room was rusty and gloaming.
He gave me his bag and spoke...
"Kid wait here, ok? I will come back."
"Where are you going? What is this place? Will you come back surely?"
He looked at me for a moment just like he did then and patted me on my head.
"You can't keep silent, can you?", he smirked at me and again grabbed my hand.
" Can you run?" he asked.
I had recovered some energy so I tilted my head up and down.
As we were getting near to the gate someone entered.
His aura was demonic. His face was despicable yet frightening. The cigar, he was holding in his mouth was big. He smelled really bad.
"Ohh...Nice work! You successfully got him haah...!"
"No no... sir I think I got the wrong one." he bowed down.
That ma looked at me greedily and spoke...
"Ahh don't be so greedy, it doesn't matter. You will get your share. Don't worry."
I was stunned after hearing that.
("Share...! Are you kidding me. I was being traded! But why is he resisting then?")
The question kept compiling within my mind.
I looked at him and muttered feebly...
"Share?!!!"
"Sorry kid but this is it..." he looked at me with tears.
Suddenly, he took out his knife and strived to penetrate it through the belly of that despicable man. But it didn't help at all, the stronger always survive, right?
"Oh, how wise of you?"
He easily blocked it and even managed to punch that chubby face.
I was afraid, my legs were trembling, I could even feel my own breath, it was cold and difficult.
"What...?"
I was somewhat surprised looking at that man. He took out his gun and pointed at that offensive man and stared at me.
("This was what he was packing then?!!")
"Hey kid, run until your legs beat, run until you can breathe, don't look back even for a single moment. Did you understand that.....?"
He roared sadly with his eyes full of tears but I could gaze at the smirk in his face, brave yet frightened.
It was so hasty, I couldn't catch up, the only thing that I heard was "run".
" Oe oe....., you may regret it! You know you can't kill me right?" the despicable one grunted.
"I said run...didn't I?" he screamed.
My legs couldn't resist that, it turned and started to take a forceful step recklessly.
"Is this the only thing I can do?" I questioned myself with tears tumbling.
I was sinful at myself. I was disgruntled.
I ran just like he said. I turned my head running and gawked at him....
"Thank.....you....!" I screamed with all of my strength, I kept running. I could discern that same smirk on his face.
I was afraid and suspicious. I was not satisfied at all. My mind was traumatic. Still, the only thing I could do, I kept rushing forward without even a single glance back.
Suddenly I heard a gunshot. I halted for a moment.
("Did he do it? Is he alive? Should I go back?")
I couldn't do that, could I? I was resisting even a single step.
Is this ok for me to run? That is not the question right? Why did he let me escape?
No no ...this is also wrong! Why did he kidnap me?
"Ahh ...maybe for money right?"
That is the only possible reason behind all this scene, behind all this violence.
The first day in my life I wanted to earn money. The feeling, that didn't ensue even I was existing at the Gate of Shinigami. The feeling now I could feel was unbearable yet determined.
That day, I decided to make the most difficult voyage of the current world, the most worn path that everyone trod.
I began the life to be the richest person with a single bag dangling on my shoulder, offered by an unknown. I began the life to become a millionaire.
"Fool...He knew he would be dead, .....idiot!"