Astrological || Ken Kaneki

04

Your P.O.V.

I can't breathe, something's attach to my neck. It was suffocating me. I could feel my lungs gasping for air.

"Yes, I want that look in your face."

That voice. That horrid voice sounds very familiar, it's that bastard's voice I very despise.

I'm feeling sick just hearing his voice again. I just wanna wake up in this fucking nightmare.

His grip tighten the rope and I choke. My eyes travel to my tiny legs, my eyes widen a but. This is a memory.

My tiny legs automatically brought itself to kick the bastard in his private part. The old bastard let go of my neck I quickly detach the rope and I throw it somewhere, I went to the kitchen. This is the scene where I'm going to kill him.

"Get back here, you bitch!" The old bastard yelled, he stood up and went to the kitchen as well.

My hands were shaking slightly as I point out the knife to him, my eyes were very wide and I could feel my heart jumping out of its cage because of the nervousness. Let me wake up.

"You're going to kill me? Hah! Then do it! Do it! Kill me, you little bitch!" The old bastard encouraged me, he wore a crazed smile. He went insane.

But I couldn't do it.

I didn't notice my old bastard step forward and I went back to my senses.

"Don't move forward! O-Or else..." I trailed off, the voice inside my head encourage me to do it. The voice telling me to kill him. I remember all the moments where he always abused me and my mother. He also responsible for killing my mother. After mother's death, he became brutal and very cold.

"You can't kill me! You weakling!" The old bastard lunged towards me.

Something snap inside me. All those years I endure all the pain I went through by his beatings. I remember my mother's face, contorted with fear and pain.

I let out a war cry and stab him right into his chest. Blood splutter out off his chest and some blood cover my face.

I repeatedly stab him on the chest. When I'm satisfied in my work, I stood up and look around. Blood everywhere.

I laugh maniacally, I continue to laugh because of misery. I point the knife in front of my throat and stab myself.

I open my eyes and sat up. I'm gasping for air. That sick memory came back again, I look at the clock and saw it was 7:53am. Shit, I'm going to be late, I stood up and went to bathroom to get ready for school.

I need some distraction.

An image of a person instantly pop up inside my mind.

Ken.