I have been different from others since I was a child. My illness is different from others. My illness is difficult to detect. I fell ill today, and no one dared to approach me when I was walking on the road, because I had an aura of depression and fear at the first sight. I stumbled home and my mother was cooking. She started yelling at me when she saw me coming back. I silently walked to the coffee table, picked up the knife on the table, hid it in my sleeve and walked up to her. I asked her to turn around and slapped her: "This slap is what you owe grandma." Then I slapped her again: "This slap is what you owe for killing your sister and forcing your father to death." After that, I slapped her again: "This slap is what you owe me for domestic violence." After saying that, I kicked my mother to the cupboard before she could react. Then I cried to her and told her that I was sorry. Finally, I pulled her up and took out a sword from my sleeve and stabbed her dozens of times. When I saw her fall, I smiled like I hadn't for a long time. : "You owe me this life."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
