"No! No!" I yelled. Banging my forehead against the tiles. Several times until the creature's whispers disappeared. Luckily there was no blood. Probably just a bruise.
"No?" A long sigh was heard. Next, Eliza's voice sounded weak, "I thought you would help me but I was wrong. I'm disappointed in you, Kafka."
The condition of this hospital, as well as Eliza's response made me mentally fall. I was in shock. Almost crazy! I chuckled. Then laughed out loud.
"What's wrong with you Kafka? Is something funny?"
"Of course. Hahaha... There was a beautiful woman who asked me to clean up the bodies down there, but she was the one who killed them all. How funny is that! Hahaha... But just so you know, no one is willing to help you, unless they're crazy like you, Eliza!"
I tightened my muscles and joints. Strengthened. Gritted my teeth. Stand up, then turn around. Eliza's eyes glared fiercely at me. The muzzle of the flashlight pointed downwards. It was dimly lit.
"I'm sorry Eliza!"
"Ha?"
On the count of one, two, three, I thought. I quickened my pace. Down the stairs. Bumped into Eliza. Kicked her in the stomach with my left hand, sending her flying. She hit the wall. A shriek of pain escaped Eliza's mouth.
"Kafka, help me! It hurts ...."
Ignore Eliza. Don't turn back. No matter what the situation is. Keep running. Leave this place. Seek help for the bodies to be evacuated and buried normally. And report Eliza to the police. That way that crazy woman will be held accountable for her crimes, I thought.
The flashlight fell rolling. Following the descending stairs. It stopped at step number three. The muzzle of the flashlight faces the wall. The light scattered. Clarifying the gruesome condition of the corpse. Leaning back. Separated limbs. Some were burnt, smoking like they had been burned.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
My calves were trembling, weak. I felt like I couldn't go on anymore. A feeling of guilt rushed into my heart. How could I not step on and step over a human body. There were no tiles to land my feet on. It was as if the corpses had turned into a carpet. I wonder how Eliza finished them all by herself? Never mind. After all, it's not impossible for a psychopath to kill without the help of others.
I saw a little light at the other end. The door opened wide. Darting quickly. Past the exit. Stepping on the door leaf that slammed on the floor. The hospital terrace. Jumped up three flights of stairs, and hup. I made it out of the building.
I stood in the middle of a flat, bare ground. It looked like a soccer field.
Uhuk... Uhuk ....
Choking on flying dust, swept away by the wind. Dry throat. Coughing. Smothering the mouth. Squinting in all directions. There are many peculiarities in the front yard of the hospital. The moon is round, the night is clear, not cloudy. Then where did the lightning come from just now? About fifty meters at the edge of the field, the trees were towering. Surrounding a two-story building. Where did the imposing fences go, and the asphalt roads that usually adorn big cities. Don't ask about vehicles, let alone people. Of course there weren't any. I was in the middle of the wilderness. Completely untouched by humans. What a place!
My gaze sharpened under the trees. Bushes and weeds grew wild, ready to swallow anything that got in there. What about this? Where should I run? There was no sign of a path. Turning my brain. I was really panicking. Add to that the shadowy figure of Eliza, chasing me while baring her teeth. Carrying a machete, swinging in her hand. Ready to slash my head. That's bad!
I sped up, uncertain of direction. Wary. Into the forest. I heard the sound of wild animals and insects chirping in the distance. I didn't care. Ducking down. Through the dense bushes, taller than me. It's hard to get through. My feet were pricked by thorns. My hands and the skin on my face were also cut by the sharp leaves of the weeds. I grimaced, wiping the sweat from my forehead as it blended with the blood. Struggling to endure the pain. I must be strong. This wound is nothing compared to dying in Eliza's mutilation.
I finally stopped at the edge of the cliff. A barren field. I bend my waist forward. Putting my grip on my knees. I staggered. Gasping for breath. I stare at the 30-meter high cliff, like a giant fence trying to block my way. My gaze is blank. I had to climb to the top. But my energy was already drained.
Suddenly I heard birds scattering. And twigs crashing together. I looked up. My eyes caught a tree thriving on the edge of the cliff. Leaves fell on my face.
Brukk
A loud crash fell from above. A crunch of broken bones. A human body lay on top of a broken branch. And dry leaves. It was gasping for breath. It growled harshly. Fortunately, it was dark. Had it been daytime, the blood might have been clearly visible.
The valley wind blew. Caressing my face. Cold sweat ran down my forehead and neck. A tightness swelled in my chest. As if glued to the earth, I couldn't move. My legs want to run again, but my weak knees forbid it. I fell, sitting on my knees. Screaming in frustration. Crying in a desperate chokehold. Tears flooded my cheeks.
Author is this a test? Or is it a punishment? Then what sin have I committed for you to torture me this brutally? My life has been a mess of humiliation and degradation. My mind was beaten to a pulp by a monstrous figure and now I'm being chased by a beautiful girl who turns out to be a psychopath. So what test are you going to put me through, Author? I'm not mentally strong. I'm traumatized. Too many horrible things just happened and then I got lost here. Panicking when I saw human corpses scattered everywhere, I felt like burying them. So I chose to run away to find reinforcements. But it was useless. I fantasized too much, like a child. I wanted to be a hero. I felt like I could do everything. Yes, I admit it, I was stupid. I was naive. I was reckless, without thinking about anything for the sake of doing good. Arrgghh... Damn it! It's Eliza's fault, she made me dance in the palm of her hand. She made me scared. She made me look like a crazy person. Damn it! What an angel, she's a psychopath.
Author, please help! Save me! If this is real, take my life! But if this is a dream, please wake me up! That's right. I realized. There can't be a hospital in the middle of the forest. It's impossible for a beautiful girl to become a bloodthirsty figure. All these horrors, could only happen in a nightmare.
"Wake up! Get up!" I hit both sides of my cheeks, alternately. Using my fists.
"Wake up, why?" Suddenly a woman asked. Then she giggled, "You're funny, Kafka! This is real. Not a dream."
My ears twitched. My eyeballs rolled to the side. About a meter away, Eliza sat in a jongko. Supporting her chin. Baring her teeth with a smirk on her face. Since when had she been here? I hadn't noticed her coming.
"Liar! I won't believe you. You're a fraud, a murderer!"
Eliza took off the backpack on her back.
Put it on the ground. Opened the res. Inserted her right hand, reached in.
"Look at this!" Eliza thrust out the -Handphone. It showed one o'clock at night on the screen, "You'll never find a clock in your dreams."
I linked my eyebrows. Between believing it and not. But my stance was still firm. I firmly believed that my meeting with Eliza was just a dream. I looked down. Closing my eyes. Shaking my head.
"Wake up! Wake up! Please, my consciousness wake up!"
"It's useless, Kafka! You will never escape me. Just as the prince has found the princess who was lost in the middle of the forest, so fate demands that you always return to me. Because of what?"
I paused. Turning my head, I gazed at the shade.
"Because there is a common thread that binds us together." Eliza held up her pinky.
Arggghhh. I screamed. Resigned. Desperate.
"Eliza, please kill me! I'm not mentally strong anymore. You and Author are the same, you will never understand how tormented I am."
Eliza was silent, stood up. Approaching the lying body. I remained silent, observing. Eliza sat down in a squat. Blocking my view with her back. What is she doing? Apparently, she was looking at a human body part that would soon become a corpse.
"This forest is very beautiful. However, many depressed people use it as a place to commit suicide. So this forest is nicknamed the valley of the living. How is it uncle, dying is painful, isn't it?"
I swallowed.
"Eliza!"
"What's wrong, Kafka?" Eliza turned her head. Staring at me.
"Please kill me!"
"There are many sick people out there who want to live long. But why are you asking for your death, Kafka!"
"I'm tired. I want to sleep forever." I sobbed. give up.
"Well then I'll grant your request with a passionate heart."
Eliza returned to her original place. She reached in. A meter-long machete came out of the backpack's mouth. I was stunned. Astonished. How could a machete that long fit into a backpack that measured 30 centimeters? It didn't make sense.
Eliza came over to me. Standing in front of me. We both looked at each other. Eliza showed a flat face. Then she bared her molars. Violent. Without thinking, she launched the machete. I didn't move a muscle. Eliza slashed, while singing,
Little stars in the blue sky.
So many decorate the sky.
I want blood and torture.
Send you to where Author is.
I smiled sincerely. While crying. Finally, I was free.
In just a few seconds, the sharp blade was on my neck. So fast. There was no pain as the bone in my throat was cut. My head rolled around. Within 20 seconds, my consciousness was still dominating. My eyes recorded Eliza enjoying the blood, gushing out of my severed neck. After venting her murderous lust, Eliza laughed with satisfaction. I was dead.