They say,* be careful what you wish for, it just might happen*. I never imagined that a wish made at a critical moment in my life could become my curse.
My name is New Chandergan, I am currently 437 years old and I was born in 9 January 1587.
I was born in Thailand but at the age of 10 My father died in an accident and I moved with my mom back to Japan. Our life was completely fine from our point of view , we didn't steal , we didn't beg. Our small family managed to open a street stall and everything was going good. I was going to highschool and later I entered medical university while I was having a part time job helping my mom with some money too. My lover was working side by side with me and we both were planning to become the best doctors ,buy the biggest house and give our parents the best life . But our simple dreams and life was not simple in the eyes of others. In their eyes we were a threat and the reason was that we were Christians.
So in that unfortunate day, one month after my birthday , the day we were celebrating 4 years of relationship, that day, our little party was interrupted by a group of men dressed in black, wearing masks and carrying guns.
My lover was shot first, then my mother followed, then it was my turn.
A thought flashed through my mind as I pressed hard with one hand on my lover's wound caused by the bullet that seemed to have passed through his chest and exited through his back to stop the bleeding, and with the other I held the cross around my neck tightly. *I don't want to die, they have to die*
They shot me and to my surprise I didn't die , they shot my head but I didn't die so with all my force and rage I got up and killed them all .
It was 9 February 1597. The day my wish came true . I killed them all and I was still alive but no one was there for me . Soon I entered depression and tried to commit suicide but didn't work . I cut my veins but blood didn't come out , I stabbed my heart but nothing happened, I threw myself from the hill but few days later I was completely fine. The pain was there every time but the end was not there for me .
I left Japan and go back to Thailand. There was no one waiting for me either but at least I was far from all my memories.
At least that's what I thought at that time. Still, here I am, 417 years later, still in pain , still breathing, having a big entertainment company at the moment and being one of the most rich person in the world , but everything I want is to go , let me die please.