Mother...
She was the best mother I could have ever found. But I was too small to realize it then.
My dad died when I was two. Raising a boy as a single mother must have been incredibly hard for her. She made sure I had everything.
She worked tirelessly for something I didn't understand at the time. She wanted to make me number one in everything, to make me what she never became herself. But she was so lost in her goals that she forgot to see a son in me. I was studying most of the day; the television in our house was the only fun I had. She never let me go out to play with my friends.
But how can anyone lock up an eleven-year-old boy? I escaped. I remember that day clearly. Mom made a big fuss. She scolded me, even hit me. I was pushed to my limit. And then I said it... I said something no man should ever say to his mother.
"Why can't I play with my friends? In school, everyone's teasing me, calling me a prisoner. I hate you, Mother! You are not my mom. Get lost!"
I didn't even look at my mom's face. But I know what it looked like. From that day on, I never spoke to my mother. Yet, she spoke to me every single day, even though she knew I would never answer.
That truly crushed me. When I was sixteen, I finally spoke to my mother. I told her just one word, but for her, it was enough. She hugged me and cried, then made me my favorite dessert.
I still think I was the problem. Now that I'm gone, my mom must be happy... I wish she would be... Damn... I really want to see her.
Kichu’s profound inner thoughts were violently interrupted by a piercing alarm.
"What's that?" he muttered, running to the monitor room.
"Hey, Texa, what happened?" he asked the AI.
"Rururu... We have just encountered a wormhole. The problem is under control," Texa responded in its characteristic tone.
"Fuck... again?" Kichu cursed, immediately moving to the console to assess the situation.
Fizz came rushing in, his expression alert. "What happened?"
"We encountered a wormhole. It's okay," Kichu said, his fingers flying across the monitor.
"Rururu... Rururu... The wormhole is drawing closer. Recommended escaping facilities: sonic boost and check tilting," Texa announced, its alerts growing more urgent.
"Talk about nostalgic. activate sonic boost, please," Kichu ordered.
"Activating sonic boost in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1," Texa counted down, and the spaceship lurched forward, straining to pull away from the cosmic maw.
"Come on, come on..." Kichu urged, his eyes glued to the energy readings. The ship vibrated violently, its engines roaring in protest against the wormhole's relentless pull.
"Rururu... Rururu... The ship's energy is being drained. If this state continues, the energy will drain completely in two minutes."
"Fuck, do something, Texa!" Kichu yelled, his frustration boiling over.
"Defense mechanisms suggested," Texa replied calmly.
"What the fuck is that?!" Kichu roared, exasperated.
"Hey, kid, take it easy. Let me try," Fizz interjected, pushing Kichu aside and attempting to wrestle control from the console. But it was useless. The energy drain accelerated.
"We only have one option now," Fizz stated, glancing at Kichu, his eyes resolute.
"What?" Kichu asked, understanding the unspoken implication in Fizz's gaze. He nodded, accepting the desperate gamble. Fizz closed his eyes for a brief second, then drove the ship directly towards the swirling vortex of the wormhole.
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Into The Reality
Science FictionA teenager living a normal life in this world realizes that there is more worlds other than his tiny earth . He goes through the universe lead by DEVILS. Would he save the universe? OR would he become one of the DEVILS?
