The Tree's Girl

Chapter Forty Six

I could see Jian more than an arm's length away from me. He had a face of anger. His fists were balled like hard rocks and he glared at me as if I was the reason his whole family died.

Then the image of my mom's and Christian's corpse appeared beside him. All the damage dealt to them were visible. Christian's cuts. Mother's stab.

I suddenly realized that I was the reason why his-- our whole family died.

After them, Cheryl's body appeared. Followed by Nina's and Denver's. Then the teacher's. Lastly the three gangsters.

Other silhouettes were visible, they were faces I couldn't recognize. Some were old, some were young. There were countless of people there. At least a hundred maybe? No, surely there were more of them.

Who were they?

"Victims," Jian then stated, "They are the tree's victim." It was as if he had read my mind. "Just imagine, these number of people sacrificed, for the sake of three."

"Unfair, right?"

I could feel warmth running down my cheeks and that's the only time that I noticed that I was already crying.

I jolted sitting upward. I panted frantically as I observed my surroundings. It was only then that I had noticed that I was in my room.

That's right. After Ken and Anna saw us,  Maria and I took no casualties and left.  We're not taking the risk of someone else seeing us,  especially now that the rumors are almost nearing the truth. 

I remember heading towards my bedroom after I entered the door. Maria even scolded me for wanting to sleep too much. But being physically and emotionally strained is a good enough reason for over sleeping.

"When I left you were asleep. When I arrived, you were still asleep, plus you woke up crying. I'm starting to get worried."

I snapped my head towards the door and to my surprise, Jian was standing there, glaring at me. The way he stated those words were forced and harsh.

His presence alarmed me, "WHAT ARE YOU-!"

"Shh. Shut up."

But before I could even scream, he swiftly ran my way, covered my mouth and pinned me down the bed harshly. I could feel all his body weight on me to the point that I started to have a hard time breathing. My screams were pitiful excuses for words. I shout to the top of my lungs, but my efforts were proven useless becuase even an echo won't come to my aid.

"Maria doesn't know I'm home yet, and she's sound asleep in the next room. You don't want to wake her up, right?" He stated with such a cold tone.

I still continued to struggle, trying to escape his grip. I didn't want him to get caught, nor did I want to wake Maria up. I was more worried about myself and my lungs.

"Did you dream about your victims? Did you see their mutilated bodies? How did it feel? Not good, right?" He kept rubbing it in my face that I was murderer, that I was a monster, that I had wanted to kill them in the first place. I wanted to answer him otherwise, but he covered my mouth with such strength that it felt like he wanted to crush my jaw.

"You kill, but you're well aware that it's evil. What's wrong with you?! It's like you want to be evil intentionally!" For every scream, his grip tightened. For everytime his grip tightened, less air entered my lungs. I could feel my senses go numb. My muffled words were coming out less and less.

"You're killing for the sake of three. Bullshit. It's unfair, right?"

Does words echoed in my mind like breaking glass.