To Write The Perfect Murder || a reader-based story

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a.) Come with her.
b.) Go home.

You chose b!
Continue?
YES | No

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"Wanna go somewhere?" she energetically asked me.

Hindi ko alam kung mas gusto ko bang sumama sa kanya or not, but I really wanna go home right now. Not that I wanna meet my family and give them a hug... because that's certainly not my type for I loathe them, but because I wanna lie down mattress. I also miss my friends.

Do you wanna meet them?

"No, Jia. I'm going home," diretso kong sabi.

"Okay—"

Hindi na niya natapos pa ang sasabihin niya at kaagad na akong umalis. Our house is not the home that I'm talking to but it is my room. I feel free when I'm in there. Like no one could ever know what I was doing. Everything that is happening there is a secret between me and my "friends".

The harsh light coming from the sun slightly hurts my skin, but I like the pain that I'm feeling. I don't know but there's a familiar warmth that it gives me, everytime it touches me. It was like I can feel something that I've been longing to feel... like a hug.

Tss.. What am I even thinking? Why am I expecting a hug from the kind of family I have.

I stood in front of our gate and looked at it with... disgust? I sighed. I'm gonna go inside a hell again.

I opened the door with so much force that it even made a loud thud as it touches the wall. And as usual, nobody notices me. Nakakarinig na naman ako ng sigawan na sa tingin ko ay galing sa kusina namin. I guess it's my parents fighting over something again.

Sa bahay namin, unang bubungad sa'yo ang sala namin. It's very cozy and comfortable but I don't find it that way. Masiyadong magulo lagi sa sala. Go straight and you will see our kitchen. Different knives are just hanged in there, kaya naman masaya kapag nasa kusina. Pero laging may tao dito kaya hindi rin ako makalagi. A wooden staircase is located at the right side of the house. There are four bedrooms upstairs, each for the four of us. Dati, para sa bisita ang isang kuwarto doon but my father occupied it when they started fighting. Tig-isa kami ng kapatid kong si Hue.

Hindi ko namalayang napagod ako sa buong araw. Halos wala naman kaming ginawa kung hindi magklase sa Chemistry pero parang drain na drain na ang enerhiya ko.

Then a loud sound came from the kitchen. Like a sound of plates being crushed. Ang daming nababasag.

Si mama!

a.) Go to the kitchen
b.) Go upstairs

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If you chose a.), please proceed to I

If you chose b.), please proceed to J