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Chapter 12 - The First Example

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."