Fake life?!

Chapter 3

It's not much and not a really interesting update but I hope you'll stil like it. Enjoy reading this chapter :)

The song is Breathe by Lee Hi

Warning: A scene contains a bloody fight so don't read it if you're sensible...

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The serial killer was still strangulating Arthit, the latter was unable to move to defend himself due to the drug injected in him earlier. Because the younger man was paralysed, the killer had an easy play with him, he enjoyed the game with his second prey in this night. The killer's lips curved up, a bright smile that was too creepy appeared, darkening his face, making him look more scary than he already was. The killer had a mole right beside his nose, Arthit felt like the mole was staring deep into his soul, mocking him and trying to consume him whole. Arthit couldn't breath easily due to the strong hands squeezing his fragile neck, he was gasping for air, trying to provide his lungs with oxygen. His lips turned blue, his vision blurry from lack of oxygen. Tears filled his eyes, they were streaming aside, falling on the ground.

Arthit knew he was going to die. His life flashed before his eyes as if he was seeing a vision. In the moment as he confronted death, he reminisced the important events that happened in his too short life that would end soon. He remembered his older brothers always nagging at him for never listening to them and causing trouble. Sometime he hated P'Knott since the latter never gave him the chance to decide for himself, always making the dicision for him. Even though he always complained about his eldest brother, he had to admit that the latter was always there for him whenever he needed him. He would give him advices that helped him to mature. P'Prem was lenient toward him, he would accept his decision and even help him to convince their oldest brother P'Knott. He was a damn good cook who could work as cuisinier if the had the intention of quitting his hard work as lawyer. His father was seldom home because he just knew the word "work" instead of family. Even though he didn't see his father everyday, he could seek refugee by him whenever he wanted to run away from his nagging brothers. His family wasn't perfect but they were the best family he could ever had and would never want to exchange them with anyone. Now he would never see them again. He was already regretting causing them so much trouble when living together with them. He would miss them. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Those apologies were for his brothers and father whom he was always a burden to.

His eyes were slowly closing, he was about to lose his conscioness as a dog suddenly barked in the air. The dog ran to them, bitting on the killer's arm. The killer felt pain, he immediately released him from his grips, wagging his arms to free himself from the dog's fangs. There was another person standing some meters away from them, gazing at them. His silhouette showed that he was a man. Arthit couldn't recognize the person since the darkness hide the person's face, more like his identity very well. He only recognised the animal that was fighting with the killer, it was the stray dog he saw a few minutes ago. So you came back... Thanks for coming back... to save me...

However the man who witnessed the scene recognized the person laying on the ground. His eyes widened in shock, his heart beating faster, his mind in chaos upon seeing his life saviour who gave him home in danger. „A... Arthit...", he mumbled faintly, the shock too profound to speak louder. He ran to them, more like to Arthit's rescue.

The killer paniked the closer the young man got to them, he hold out a flick knife, waiving it in the air with the intention to kill the dog attacking him. The killer managed to slice the dog's many time while running away but the dog refused to let him go, sticking onto him with his fangs still clenched against the man's arm. He thrusted the sharp knife in the animal's stomach, it was the final straw for the heroical dog. It was blood soaked, finally releasing the man's hand. The dog returned to Arthit's side, falling to the ground, whimpering in pain.