I OPENED my eyes and grabbed my head due to the excruciating agony I was experiencing. I cautiously got out of bed and bent down on the floor because I was still in so much immense pain, so I repeatedly slammed my head against the top of my bed in an attempt to mitigate the pain.
I pushed myself to rise despite the fact that my legs were withered like a flower, since I wanted to take a painkiller. I notice that the painkiller I’m taking is taking the edge off of the discomfort I’m experiencing today, rather than the meds the doctor recommended for me. The medication didn't have an impact on me last night. Nonetheless, this is what occurred the following day.
I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was only three a.m. and I had only slept for approximately five hours, yet I awoke instantly with a headache. I could hear soft moans as I could finally stand up straight. “Ugh... My head is throbbing. Where is my analgesic?”
DAD'S words left me in a state of utter bewilderment. How was he able to assert that he was unconcerned with the welfare of others? It was not how he was; that was not the father I knew.My father is compassionate for other people although he is not blood related to them because he thinks all people are equal, and so we must respect others regardless of whether we are related to them.His compassion for others is contagious, and many others feel the same about him.He feels that by assisting people as much as possible, he will make their life simpler over time. He sought the trust of citizens, and they responded by putting their trust in him. However, he made commitments to them before the trust was established, including a vow that he would not follow in the footsteps of previous senates that had grown corrupt in the nation, and he was required to keep those pledges as well.He should not breach the
I WAS drawn to live suicide because of the money I could make from it. Following my payouts in Live Suicide, I have several scenarios in mind. For example, I can pay off my debts to my parents as well as repay all the money that my father has embezzled from other people.No matter how much I doubt myself, I’m forced to do it because there is no alternative. This is the only option available to me, therefore I have no choice but to take advantage of this little possibility if it comes my way. I’m also going to die, so what difference does it make whether I commit myself to Live Suicide? And at least, when I die here, I will have done something kind and good for my family and the many other people who have placed their faith and support in us.I don’t want to die knowing that I have done nothing good in the world except to foment discord among people. There is no way of predicting whether I will be able to recover since, acco
I DON'T know how someone can be described as having “luck” in life. Is it true that being obscenely wealthy equates to being lucky? Is it fair to say that someone incredibly blessed you since you grew up in a loving family? Is it a hallmark of great good luck if someone endowed them you with physical beauty or good looks from birth?I possess all the characteristics that one would associate with being fortunate in life, yet I do not consider myself to be a fortunate person, but a bad luck charm to anyone who comes into contact with my presence. Apparently, I didn’t bring any good fortune to anybody else; instead, I only brought ill fortune.I knew well that I was the luckiest child in the world in the view of others because I had a father who was a senator, a loving mother, and a luxurious lifestyle. And although I agreed with them on that point, we cannot quantify our fortune in monetary terms.My face
AS LONG as humans exist, they will continue to commit sin in the world, regardless of the circumstances. As long as the human continues to exist, they will continue to experience suffering in the world. Thus, death is the only place where people may find serenity.My sin and my desire to commit suicide are inextricably linked.I was to blame since I was the one who ordered my father to take from people’s wallets. I was the reason dad he did this to the people who loved, trusted, and had great respect for him.My entire mouth was agape as I grinned. “I am the actual corrupt official in the government, not my father. All the money my father stole from the government was used to purchase my pleasures, not his,” I thought to myself as I locked my gaze on the smartphone.My father would not have committed a grave sin if it weren’t for me. I realize I didn’t actually order him
WHY are we obligated to heed our parents’ commands at all times? Why do our father and mother often use their authority over us? Is it our duty as children to follow our parents, even if it means going against our will?I am aware that our parents seek our salvation, which is why they use the commandment, which we must fulfill for our own welfare. However, with the quantity of target market they ordered us, it’s already too congested.When parents are too strict with their children, their children’s affections begin to wane for their parents. Rather of creating a happy family, it leads their family to disintegrate.I close my eyes firmly and force myself to calm down. What task did dad assign to our aides? Why am I relegated to a wheelchair for transportation? As of yet, I haven’t turned into a wretched slob. I am still capable of standing on my own two feet.It felt as though
WHEN my father told me that, I felt like my heart was racing. Suddenly, the thought occurred to me that whatever he was doing, good and bad, was still for my benefit....He did not want to ruin our family, but his image would be ruined in the eyes of the public if the truth about dad stealing money from the government was discovered.And that’s something I don’t want to happen.At no point in his life did father do something detrimental to other people because he cared more about the well-being of others than he did for his own. Nevertheless, his family was still more important to him than anything else, and he was willing to shatter the trust that some people had placed in him because of his previous actions simply to protect us.I let out a sigh. The events of the day have left me completely befuddled, and my head is reeling from the stress. I had stage 4 cancer, my father had stolen en
THE chirping of a bird outside my window let me know that the sun had risen in the east and it was time to get up and see it. My morning routine includes getting out of bed and stretching my body to keep my physique healthy and productive throughout the day. “What a pleasant start to the day! Before this, I had never had such a severe case of the headaches. I’m in an amiable mood,” I remarked as I reached out with my hand. After half an hour of vigorous exercise, I decided to sip some freshly squeezed orange juice to soothe my tension. After that, I washed my mouth and brush my teeth because I was concerned that my mouth would stink and that my teeth, which I had maintained for a long time, may break. I had just been out of the restroom for less than five minutes when there was a knock on my door. I answered the door, and the face of our helper appeared in front of me. “Good morning, sir,” he said, “your father and
HOW did he pull it off?I believed he was a typical father in our family and a senator for many, but I was mistaken; he was a monster. This is something I’m not sure how he came to be capable of doing.I understand we are wealthy, but it is not enough reason for him to undertake such a deed. He astounded me with his actions.Because of what Dad said, my pulse raced quicker and my ears seemed deaf for a moment. Because of my inability to process what my father had told me, I began to question my sanity.My mind refuses to accept what is occurring right now. How did he get international airline tickets? How did he gather everything we needed to go abroad?How did he manage to purchase a new property in a different nation just a few days ago?Despite my reluctance to accept it, I know he did it because he was getting preferential treatment from every
AFTER hearing what he said, a sour grin grew over my lips, and the sins I had committed in the past several years raced through my head. "Who am I to label them as a demon? Who am I to condemn them simply because they do something wrong? What exactly am I? I reminded myself that I was Zacheus, a renowned demon. As a demon, I'm here in the hornet's nest. They are like me. I am just like them. We are all demons disguised as humans. The only difference is that the demons here intend to murder me in order to lessen the number of demons around the globe.At least they have a valid excuse to murder me... That is sufficient for me because I also have a compelling motive to kill myself. We only shared the same desire to get rid of the devil, who is causing evil to proliferate throughout the world."Please forgive me for what I said earlier. I was only overcome with fear and said those words," I murmured, looking tensely at the ground that was covered with gold and diamonds. "And you're corr
IN THE aftermath of Adrastos's statement, four guys came up to me and tied my hand. My eyes widened, and my pulse began to race. "Why do you have to bind my hand?" I questioned them and winced as a guy abruptly tightened the shackles on the hand when I dared to speak."Perhaps you're preparing to flee because your brain has suddenly changed and you don't want to die anymore," the guy in front of me said.My brow furrowed. Why would I even attempt to flee if I knew I couldn't? I'm curious now that I'm nearing the end of my life. I am not that frightened to death. I am stick to my plans that I would commit suicide even before I signed up to be a participant here. I am fortunate in that I will continue to earn money even after I die.I shall not squander this chance to atone for my faults in the world. This is the only opportunity I have to help my family and other people. And this the one and only time I will have the oppo
MY GLANCE fell on his, and my eyes widened in surprise. "What? Are you sure you meant what you said? Is it permissible for me to send a letter to my parents?" The fact that I continued asking him questions indicated that my brain was still having difficulty digesting what he was saying.If I had the ability to write a genuine letter, I would write a real letter because I have a lot to say to them that I didn't get to say since I left without informing them of my departure. They were also unaware that I had left home with the intent of committing myself. And at the very least, in the letter, I am able to convey all the things that I was unable to tell them in person. They are entitled to an explanation.I didn't want my parents to anticipate my return to our home. I don't want them to wait for an event that will never occur again."If you want to leave a message, you may do so. Do you like it or not?" he inquired of me.
"HAVE A pleasant evening, live viewers! I want to inform you that I spotted the individual who paid a large sum of money to assassinate our Suicider tonight! Are you ready to learn who he is and what manner of murdering he used to assassinate our Suicidal Individual?" Adrastos asked all people who were watching and waiting for me to perish immediately.After he stated that, the notification bell sounded numerous times, suggesting that they could no longer wait to find out what happened next.A smirk crept on my face. 'They're salivating at the prospect of seeing a victim die in front of them,' I said to myself.I know they want me to die tonight because they can no longer bear that I am still alive and breathing in the world as a result of the crimes I have done. I'm curious whether it's a passion for them to watch someone die in front of them, or if they just have a brain malfunction that allows them to accomplish
DO YOU want to be someone else's meal when you die? What if, instead of having your body buried six feet into the earth or cremated, you were used as food for others who were starving? When you're in the kitchen to be a food to others, what would you you feel? Would you be furious with them if you knew what they were doing was for the greater welfare of others?Will you become a part of other people's bodies if they devour your body in various ways? Can individuals sleep easily if they know that the food they ate was made from a dead human being? There are a lot of questions in my thoughts about cannibalism right now since it seems that I will be used as a dish later on by other people if I commit myself here in this world.It's a little frightening to consider that some of the meat we consume on a daily basis is derived from people rather than animals. And it's terrifying to consider that your body has devolved into food for other people. I
ADRASTOS' gaze was drawn to me all of a sudden. "Tonight, Live Suice has another immoral guy for us to punish! I'm aware that you already know his name and are aware of the offense he committed, but I feel compelled to mention him again for those who did not know his name or committed the fault done by our Suicider tonight. Zacheus Vincenzo is his name, and the evil he did was stealing people's taxes! He coerced his father into stealing from the treasury, despite his opposition. He is a self-centered youngster," he said.I shook my head as he introduced me to the crowd a second time. The Live Suicide notification bell rung repeatedly, indicating that a large number of individuals left a remark in the comment box.There seem to be an infinite number of negatives I shall get from them.As my thoughts moved to another realm, Adrastos spoke in front of me, and I returned to reality and focused on him. "I understand how enrag
WE CAME to a halt in front of a massive door, and they shoved me inside. I shifted my eyes throughout and there are many lights and cameras that encompassed the whole room. "What exactly is this? Are they about to assassinate me here? This room does not seem to be a murder scene, but rather a film set," I thought to myself."You go on the stage," the guy behind me ordered, pointing to the little platform crammed with cameras. There is also a mic stand placed there. Is this a concert that I attended? Is there singing contest so there is a mic placed there?Even though my mind was racing with questions, I obliged the guy's order and proceed towards the stage. As I ascended the platform, the light, microphone, and camera in front of me all went flash. I also seen the new face that was staring me in the face intently. Who is he? Is he the Adrastos to whom the guys who pursued me earlier referred? What is his function in this instance?&nb
"I AM going to enter the entrance, farewell," I informed them as I began walking towards the abandoned building's entrance, bypassing Azrail and Dabria.When I reached the door, I rolled my eyes and realized that this structure was rather ancient, judging by the damaged walls and filthy inside. Despite its unsightly and aged look, you can see that it is still capable of fighting till the next generation, as long as it is not struck by an earthquake, which would completely destroy it.I glanced around and saw that its construction was similar to that of a hotel, as I noticed an elevator that was broken and several rooms below. I'm curious as to whether this structure is livable at this point. Perhaps when it is repaired, it will regain its previous splendor and the building will be reinforced to accommodate the influx of people.While I was glancing around, someone spoke close to me, which caused me to jump in fear and my
THE THUMPING sounds in my chest made me feel as if I was about to hyperventilate. My mind and heart were debating whether I should be full of joy that I was about to die or panicked and terrified that this would be my last day on earth.I closed my eyes with a resounding sigh. “Zacheus, all you have to do is to be delightful. No one compelled you to commit yourself to Live Suicide; you chose to do it on your own. Take a stand for it. Imagine that you will sacrifice your life for the sake of your parents and others.” I pondered this for a moment.My mind is playing tricks on me, and I’m not sure whether I’m deceiving myself into making the choices I’m about to make. Maybe dying in Live Suicide is a better option than dying from my sickness, which would surely take my life if I don’t die here.And at the very least, if I die by Live Suicide, I will get a substantial sum of money that I c