16✨ Loneliness

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"So, tell me about yourself."

She sat in front of me with a boring look on her face. "I am 13, a junior high student."

There was a long silent before I took my pen and began to write. "That's it? What about your family?"

"I am the only child."

Again, a long silent. Her eyes met mine and I found nothing. "You must have been showered by love, then."

She smirked automatically, "Well, yeah. They often said they loved me on the phone, so I think they did love me."

"You 'think'?"

"Don't get me wrong. I knew they loved me. They had a lot of money from working abroad, you know. They bought everything I needed." She smiled at my astonishment.

"You must be happy, not so many kids could buy anything they want, you know." I said, making her flinch.

She managed to build a smile. "Yeah, not so many kids love to be alone in a mansion too, you know."

I wrote something on my book again. "So, is that the reason why you killed your parents?"

A smile disappeared from her face.

"They brought a baby home. I didn't like it."

I was shocked. "A baby? We didn't find any ba—"

I found her voice of laughter echoing within the room, "The baby was so small, Doctor. So small. I managed to buried it on the backyard when my parents asleep." Suddenly I felt my blood began to boil. "They were looking for it for hours, my mom kept crying. I wanted to throw up. I went to the kitchen and took two big knives. I did it to my mom first so that she could stay quiet. Then dad came and started to cry too. I got to keep everyone quiet, so I made him. Now everything's quiet. I like it. Hehehehehehehh"

I closed my book and left the room right away to tell the police about the baby.

I could still hear her laughter. She needed help. A big help.




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— what loneliness made a kid.

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