"Are they similar?"
A low, hoarse voice reached Song Nan's ears, and he looked around in fear: "Who? Who are you?"
"Don't ask me who I am. Just tell me if that little girl looks like you."
Song Nan didn't want to answer this question. She pursed her lips and looked around vigilantly.
Although she already had the answer in her heart, she still didn't quite believe it: How could such a ridiculous thing happen?
The voice didn't seem to care about Song Nan's answer and continued, "I know you must have the answer in your heart, but you don't believe it."
Song Nan's throat was so tense that it felt a little clogged. She asked hoarsely, "Who? Who are you? What does it have to do with you whether I'm that little girl or not?!"
"When you see that little girl happy, do you also feel happy involuntarily? When you see her sad, do you also feel sad? When she commits suicide, do you also feel heartbroken? Song Nan, admit it, you are her, and she is you. I believe that you have seen that girl, oh, no, not that girl, but you. I believe that after looking at your previous 18 years of experience, you have understood why you did what you did."
Song Nan seemed unable to hold on and suddenly squatted on the ground, losing all his strength.
Her eyes were empty, and her mind was filled with her final feelings: If there is an afterlife, I would rather not be born as a human being again.
She knew it, she knew it all. If she hadn't experienced that kind of pain herself, how could she feel the pain deep in her heart?
She knows...
She knew why she had to give up her life and the desire to live in this world.
She was probably only fifteen years old at that time.
Only friends and family around me.
When the subjects were divided, she transferred to a new class alone, a class where she had no friends. Most of the students in the class were from her original class, and some of them were resistant to the newcomers... The head teacher gave her a cold shoulder right from the start, making her feel like a small, isolated boat, drifting in the air and feeling endlessly lonely.
Then there was the incident that was discovered at home. She was in a trance the day she found out, not knowing whether she was in a dream or reality.
How she wished it could have been a dream, just a nightmare of her own imagination.
But everything told her that it was not a dream.
With these two things happening at the same time, she didn't know what to do.
She went to her former friends to complain, and was depressed every day, like a rotten coffin that never saw the sun.
It's daunting.
Keep your distance.
My friend finally got tired of this kind of life and asked if she could stop doing it. She was also very annoyed and under a lot of pressure.
Song Nan clearly remembered that it was a broken feeling.
She didn't know what was broken, maybe the hope of life.
From then on, she buried everything in her heart, suppressing it all by herself, letting the wound rot and fester completely in her heart, and then ulcerate throughout her heart.
She began to please the people in her new class, hoping to get a little attention.
Sometimes she just wanted to become an invisible person, so that no one knew of her existence. That way, if the truth were to be revealed one day, no one would pay attention.
She is crazy, like a lunatic, like a lunatic.
Her grades started to drop drastically, she became suspicious and stopped trusting anyone, she started to fear being deceived, she started...
The two emotions collided in her mind day and night. She wanted to expose the reality and make everyone stop their mistakes. She was afraid that after exposing the reality, her family would be destroyed by herself.
But if she remained silent, she felt as if her conscience was being burned and tortured.
She even dreamed about that incident. She rushed forward frantically to stop it, but it was useless, useless...
She kept that matter a secret for two years.
During those two years, she couldn't sleep all night.
She didn't dare close her eyes, she didn't dare fall asleep.
She didn’t dare, she didn’t dare…she didn’t dare!
She kept the matter in her heart for two years, deceiving herself.
In the past two years, she has researched countless ways to end her life.
But she didn't dare to do it after all, not because she was afraid of death, but because she was afraid that she would not die.
He was also afraid that the matter would be investigated after his death.
In that case, wouldn't all her suffering these days be in vain?
She carved countless suicidal words on the wall, but no one knew.
She drew bloody lines on her arms to ease the pain in her heart.
Until I met those two scientists and took that pill, everything came to an abrupt end.
But why...why should she relive the despair of that time now?
I would not be afraid of the darkness if I had not seen the light.
I would not fear hell if I had not seen heaven.
When she was a child, her family was poor. She wore clothes that others didn’t want and ate two or three dishes in rotation throughout the year.
She never said anything, she was very content and she loved her home very much.
But...when she grows up, why should I tell her that everything is an illusion?
The person who gave her the fairy tale tore it apart with his own hands.
She would not have feared hell if she had not seen heaven...
Heaven……
hell……
Song Nan hugged his head in despair and pulled his hair hard, trying to numb himself and the pain in his heart.
Seeing Song Nan in so much pain, the voice sounded again: "Pain? Do you know why you have encountered such a thing?"
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