- 'City B' -
'Wait, didn't I die? Why I'm feeling pain? I never live past 21, and after I die, I never feel pain. Then what is this feeling?'
She tried to open her eyes but she couldn't. After some series of difficulties, she slowly opened her eyes. If one could see her crying face now, they could tell that she was in so much pain. But no one sympathized with her.
And the one in pain couldn't understand her situation. She was on her knees kneeling with her head down. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was marble floor. It was an Emperador marble. 'I've seen this somewhere... where was it?' She thought. Then it suddenly hit her , 'Oh my God,' She abruptly lifted her head. What came in her sight was,
A big living room, in the middle, 3 long velvet sofa set in square motion. In the middle sofa sat an old looking lady, by her side was 5/6 year old boy. The old lady was consoling the boy who was in tears. On the right sat a man and a woman who was either in their early thirties or late twenties. The man was reading newspaper while the woman was drinking tea leisurely.
The person who lifed her head was screaming in her head, 'What the hell? Why the fuck am l here again? Shit.. Shit.. Shit.. This is not happening. This is all a dream. I'll close my eyes and when when I open I'll be in my new life again.'
While thinking, she closed her eyes, and after 10 seconds, she opened them again. The scene before her eyes were all the same. She repeated it several times, but to her dismay, it was still the same.
Suddenly, the old lady roared at the girl kneeling, "How dare you lift your head and glare your eyes at him. Do you want to die?". The man who was reading newspaper put them on the table and glanced at the old lady and said, "Mother, I think that's enough beating. She is still six. If she dies, what are we gonna say?". "What are we gonna say? We are going to say that she died from illness. She is not our blood anyway. what are you guys pitying?" the old lady said in displeasure. The woman who was drinking tea set her cup on the table and poured a new cup to her husband and said, "Mother, it's not that we are pitying. it's because we can't say that she died from illness. We still haven't found our daughter. If she died, the people in the neighborhood were going to think that we killed her purposely. "
All the people in their neighborhood knew that the Miller's didn't like their young lady and loved seeing her getting punished for no reason. If she died they would get suspicious of Miller's.
While the Miller Family was bickering the girl who was on her knees was having her own thoughts...