Waves Of Love(GL)

Chapter 10

Zyleith's POV

                                 "Trauma"

Meg and I were busy fixing and cleaning the guest room—it had been vacant for so long that every corner was dusted with neglect. This wasn’t just an ordinary guest room; it was more like a one-bedroom apartment with several appliances. We had negotiated that she would live here, and we had agreed on strict rules: no loud music, no noisy parties. She complained at first, but ultimately, she had no choice.

Carrying her belongings wasn’t a problem since she only had one large suitcase. She’s the only woman I know who doesn’t own much. I found it odd—did she run away from home? But then again, it wasn’t my business.

I was exhausted. I’d just finished hanging new curtains, and next on my list was cleaning the air conditioner in her bedroom. Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness hit me.

"Oh, jeez! I’m so sleepy—I just want to take a nap. I’m gonna—"

"Hey, are you okay? You look exhausted," she interrupted as I was stretching and about to lie down on the couch.

"Obviously, I want to rest for a while," I replied lazily.

"Then get some rest, and later, let’s have lunch together—I’ll cook," she offered excitedly.

"You can cook?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course! I even bought ingredients for Japanese ramen earlier," she said proudly. I was a bit confused.

"Ramen in this weather?" I asked curiously, but before I could get another word out, she hurried off—perhaps too serious about her plan. Well, it wasn’t bad; I love ramen too.

I found this woman really interesting. It had been a few weeks since I met her, and for some reason, I felt completely at ease with her. I don’t trust people easily, but with her, I never hesitated. Yet I still wondered—can she really be trusted? I’d find out soon enough.

I was about to take a nap when suddenly, I heard an exclamation:

"Ouch!"
I hadn’t even closed my eyes when I sprang up and rushed into the kitchen.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"I heard you cry out," she said shyly from the living room just a few steps away. "I accidentally cut my finger. It’s nothing—just a small wound," she explained, trying to hide her injured finger.

My heart began to race, and sweat beaded on my forehead. Not now—please, not here.

"You're thinking I'm really careless, aren’t you?" she said, raising a brow.

"I—I'm not! Just clean your wound so we can treat it properly," I stammered nervously.

"Right… oh—this is just a small cut, but why is it bleeding so much? Yabai!" she exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening as blood dripped from her finger.

"B-BLØØD! J-JUST WASH IT NOW! P-PLEASE, THAT BLØØD!" I screamed, my vision beginning to darken as she panicked.

She immediately washed the wound and then rushed over to me, worry etched on her face.

"AAAAA! MY HEAD! IT HURTS—AAAA! D*MN IT! AAAA!" I screamed in pain as a sharp agony seized my head.

"What happened? W-what should I do? Solenn—please, tell me—medicine! What kind of medicine?" she cried in panic.

Then, a sudden, chaotic scene erupted. A teenager’s scream cut through the noise:

"AAAAAAA!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!!! YOU'RE EVIL!!!! WHY??!! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!!! AAAAAAA!!! N-NO NO NO!!! WAKE UP!!! PLEASE, WAKE UP!!! AAAAA NOOOO!!!"

A man with a gun was kneeling beside a lifeless, blood-soaked body. His hands trembled as he shouted, "I—I DIDN'T MEAN IT! DMN! I SWEAR—I was just threatening her, but then she suddenly tried to grab the gun from me! We fought over it—and I accidentally pulled the trigger! It’s not my fault! DMN IT!!"

Then a teenage girl burst onto the scene, shocked and trembling with fear. "YOU'RE EVIL! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I’LL TAKE THE LIFE OF YOUR BELOVED DAUGHTER AND YOUR LIFE TOO! GO TO HELL!!!" she screamed furiously. In a flash, the man grabbed a wooden chair and struck her on the head.

"Nooo! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER? YOU UNGRATEFUL PEST!" he bellowed as he pointed his gun at the teenage boy and fired without hesitation.

"I'm o-okay, Dad… Y-you shouldn’t have done that…" the girl whispered weakly, her eyes heavy with sleep as she lay on the ground with a bleeding head.

I knelt on the floor, clutching my head. IT HURTS SO BAD—SO D*MN BAD! I started hearing voices in my head—voices filled with agony, hatred, and despair. My vision blurred, and I couldn’t even hear Meg’s panicked voice as she knelt in front of me, tears streaming down her face.

WHY THE HELL DO I KEEP HEARING THOSE VOICES?!!

"AAAAAA!!! GET OUT OF MY D*MN HEAD!!!!! AAAAA!!! PLEASE, GET OUT OF MY HEAD..." My entire body went numb. I couldn’t open my eyes any longer; as my senses faded, everything went black.