"It's been 1 hour."
Huh? Am I dead?
I slowly opened my eyes and immediately noticed an unfamiliar ceiling.
I'm not dead? Shit, what a headache.
"He barely has TED so he didn't wake up and almost died. Why did get angry and attack? Just why did he call you "GRANDMAMMA" Mom?"
"Is that little? We never found and he dared to call me from- from-"
"GRANDMAMMA."
"Don't repeat it! It makes my blood boil! But... I didn't expect him to end up in this state."
What? Mom? Marie? Didn't her mother die? Ahhhhh, it doesn't matter right now! I'm sure I'm not dead!
Damn it, I almost died twice, and Marie was present both times... Is she my ruin? Not my salvation?
Anyway, despite almost dying, this could be helpful! It can serve as another excuse for her to teach me how to manifest my Innate Gift!
It seems that even when things go wrong, they still turn out right! I should stop being an atheist! Every time I regretted not praying... I survived.
With that in mind, I tried to get up to pray, but... I couldn't move! Damn it, I'm still half-dead.
I know I'm no longer in mortal danger, but I still feel a bit anxious. And once again, I began to hear voices.
"But it's strange, very strange."
"What, Mom?"
"Your attitude. You rarely help anyone, and suddenly you decide to help... not only that, you decided to help 'Cursed' of all people."
"He once showed genuine concern."
"For you?"
"Yes, he approached me without ulterior motives, unlike some guys who approach me out of pity for my past or those who approach me trying to penetrate my intimate part."
"Tsk, tsk! Be less direct and explicit! I don't even want to imagine how you push these guys away. And how he was different? Are you seriously saying he had no ulterior motives?"
"Well, at first, I thought he was a pervert and that he was trying to grope me, but... that wasn't the case. I was meditating lying down in the rain, he didn't see my face when he ran towards me. Even though I was meditating, I could hear his frantic footsteps. For a moment, I thought he was some kind of Specimen because of his madness, but... that wasn't the case. He thought I was dead."
"Oh, he must have been genuinely worried."
"Yes, he must have come to retrieve the umbrella."
"But weren't you already wet?"
"Yes."
"So, what was the need for the umbrella?"
"I don't know either, that's why I didn't pick up the umbrella from the ground. Mom, do you really think a person who was born mute, with an unknown mark, suddenly starts speaking and even worrying about someone, it is in your right mind?"
Damn, like this you hurt me. Well, I ran frantically towards her because I wanted to witness a horrible death... Who would have thought she would interpret it wrongly.
And who meditate lying down?
What I find strange is that I'm hearing these voices from above...
"You're not in your right mind either."
"Hmm."
"Why did you put him in the basement? Is that how you repay someone who was concerned about you?"
"Haven't you treated him? That's enough retribution. The woman who gave birth to me used to do the same to my father. My father always listened to her."
"Tsk, tsk, then you shouldn't do that. Putting someone in the basement is not a demonstration of affection or concern."
Oh, salvation? The one that will set me free? The cure for satisfy my wishes? This Marie is definitely my ruin!