After completing the first book, it was time to begin the second one, titled "2 Examples of Improved Mental and Physical Health."
When Avasyu opened the book, the first page greeted him with the words,
"Congratulations on completing the task with the instructions from the first book. I know my naming skills aren't the best, but I hope this helps you find yourself."
Avasyu turned to the next page, where the first example of improved mental and physical health awaited him.
It was about someone who had endured a similar task and faced a similar punishment.
The individual had kept a personal record, documenting their progress as they moved through the punishment period and ultimately completed it.
"I am Yash. I wrote the first book. The instructions within it helped me with my mental and physical wellness. This is the second book, and the first example is about me."
"I am not an author. I am not a writer.l am
just writing to help those who will one day
find themselves in my place."
"I am 17 years old. My solitude will last for 12
months. If I fail to complete my task within
that time, I will be sent to a real prison."
"I don't want that."
"I want to change."
"I want to become a better person, someone
who helps others redeem themselves."
"But I am here because I committed a crime-a crime so severe that it still haunts me from
within."
"I killed the people dearest to me."
"I killed my parents."
"I killed my sister."
"My big, loving sister."
"I was born into a family with a sister who always looked after me."
"We were twins. My sister was older than
me. She was so cute, her face so lovely- I
kissed her cheeks every day."
"She was a brave girl. But like many brave
souls, her story met a tragic end."
"She took her own life. And I couldn't do
anything to save her"
"She couldn't bear it anymore--the constant
torment from our parents. They used to beat
us every day, blaming us for everything they
had lost."
"Our mother and father had an affair. She
was only 17 when she got pregnant with us.
Her parents disowned her, and my father's
family did the same. He was cast out, forced
to leave his home. Both of them lost
everything because of us."
"So they took their anger out on us."
"My big sister always protected me. Her body was covered in scars--because of me. She endured constant pain-because of me."
"Our mother developed a mental illness after
giving birth to us. At first, she was fine. But
when we turned four, everything started to
change. Her illness slowly worsened
eroding her ability to think clearly."
"She became unpredictable."
"Violent."
"She would beat us without reason, at any
time. Whenever she heard or remembered
the word "trash", she would come for us,
lashing out as if we were the cause of her
suffering."
"She ignored our cries.She ignored our screams.She just kept beating us."
"' I was weak.I couldn't bear the beatings
They were too harsh."
"But my sister--she protected me."
"She took every blow meant for me, suffering
the pain for both of us."
"And after it was over, I would tend to her
wounds, gently treating the bruises and cuts
left behind."
"Her skin was soft--so soft it felt like clouds."
"She was so cute, so delicate. She deserved
love, care, kindness."
"But all she ever received was pain."
"I treated her wounds, tending to the scars
that covered her body. And even with those
scars, she was beautiful."
"I loved her so much."
"But the beatings never stopped."
"Every day, she hurt us. Every day, we wished to die."
"Watching my sister suffer, I wanted to
disappear. I wanted it all to end."
"And then, one day.... it did."
"The beating took my sister's life."
"My mother--she killed my only family."
"I cried until my body ached. My sister lay
lifeless in my arms. I never wanted to hold
her like that."
"We could have escaped. We could have run
away together."
"But we were always locked inside."
"I was sad. Angry. Mad at her. But I couldn't
do anything."
"I didn't leave my sister's side. I didn't let
anyone touch her—not my mother, not my
father."
"Father watched us get beaten every day, but
he did nothing. Sometimes, he joined in."
"It was him who called us "trash". "
"It was him who triggered my mother's madness. And once the word left his mouth, she would lose control. The beatings would begin again."
"It was real hell for my sister.And that hell took her life."
"When I saw her face,lifeless, her charm
drained away."
"I felt... I don't know what I felt."
"I wanted to take my own life."
"I must have shut my eyes for a moment, lost
in my despair."
"And in that moment, my father took my
sister's body away."
"He buried her somewhere. I don't know
where. I still don't know where."
"When I opened my eyes, she was gone."
"I was furious. I turned to my father."
"Where is she?He ignored me."
"Why isn't she here?He ignored me again."
"Desperation took over. I shouted. I begged.
demanded to know where she went."
"He shoved me back."
"That was it."
"I ran.Under the bed, where my sister and I had hidden a knife."
"I grabbed it and stood in front of him."
"The moment he saw the blade in my hands,
his face twisted in rage."
"He lunged at me."
"Panicked.I stepped to the left-eyes shut tight."
"And then—The knife sank into his throat."
"I didn't mean to. I swear, I didn't mean to."
"He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy
crushing me beneath him."
"His blood covered my face"
"I struggled, pushing with all my strength to
get him off me."
"But he wouldn't move.He was dead."
"When my mother heard the sound of
something heavy dropping, she came
running."
"She saw me—standing there, knife in hand,
covered in blood."
"Something snapped in her."
"She grabbed whatever she could,"
"Vases,books, anything within reach and hurled them at me."
"I was getting hurt."
"I was scared."
"I thought would die."
"But more than fear, there was anger."
"She had killed my sister."
"She needed to die."
"I gripped the knife tighter."
"And I lunged."
"The blade sank into her stomach."
"She gasped, her eyes wide in shock."
"She clutched at the wound, at me, at
anything."
"But there was nothing she could do."
"Pain twisted her face."
"And then, at last,"
"She was gone."