One day

Chapter 5

I'm Sen, one day I didn't come home.

It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't. I just do even want to go home for a while to turn off the lights.

I asked Sana: “Can I go home?”

Another person immediately said to me: “No, the people yesterday were still hanging out on the street, if you come out, you will die. They might even follow you to your house, who knows what will happen.”

It sounds reasonable, but is that why I have to be here with them?

Although I called my parents and said that I was fine at home, if I kept turning on the lights like that, my neighbors would come to ask about it. I am not at home, in case they think something happened to my family, and then report it to the police.

With my wound, maybe it has a problem from the inside? At least I need to go to the hospital to check.

I thought for a moment and then said, "Then I'll call the police. If the police are present there's nothing they can do."

Those people continued to laugh at me, I felt a little uncomfortable, as if they considered what I said stupid. I went outside to check it out, didn't see anyone out there, then assumed that these people were fooling me.

It's just why they tricked me I couldn't explain, so I called the police just to be sure. Finally, after I explained it to the police, they told me, "It's okay, who dares to commit a crime during the day?"

I didn't expect their attitude to be so superficial, could it be that they helped me until I was in trouble? How could it be, I know they're busy but it's fine to send someone to take me home.

I said again, “I just want to avoid trouble, what if they follow me home? Just one person, just one person is fine, let someone come here."

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone lost patience, scolding me: “We are very busy and do not have time to deal with your nonexistent problem, be normal and get out of the house! "

I was speechless, the other person also hung up, leaving me to sit there contemplating. Sana comes to me, I give her the phone, not sure if I should cry.

I should have cried, but seeing other people I'm not in the mood, or rather, I don't want anyone to see me cry.

I blurted out to Sana: "Last time I went to the police station because of you, I met that one police, so I thought anyone who worked as a police officer would be willing to help me, but that's not the case."

As soon as I said that, I realized that something was wrong, I shouldn't have brought this up. I awkwardly looked at her hand, but she smiled and said to me: "The police don't like trouble so they just do their job right, like last time they agreed to let me go, not because They don't find you lying, they just don't want me to sit there anymore."

I looked up at Sana's face and the wind blew past her, making a few strands of her hair her face so I couldn't see her expression clearly. Anyway, I rarely look people in the face, part of it is a habit, the other part is that I have trouble remembering others.

"There are some people who, even though they don't say it, assume I am trash."

"..." I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even say a word of comfort to her. I have no right to comfort her, just saying it makes no sense.

But that statement really shocked me, it seems that the difficulties she went through I can never imagine.

I looked away, in my immediate memory, I couldn't imagine what her face looked like, only that she had a slight bruise on her cheek. Every single wound on her face, even Sana's limbs have some old and new wounds overlapping each other.

Sana touched my shoulder and said, "I'll take you home when I have time, don't worry."

Then she turned to go get her things, I wanted to call her back and said I wanted to turn off all the lights at home, she finally said that, but I didn't dare to ask for more.

It's almost dark, I'm really restless, I want to go home immediately to take a bath or cook my favorite food. But Sana gave me a clean set of clothes, told me to take a shower, they went out for a bit and then came back, and told me to sleep first.

What? Sana wants to let me live here?

What the hell, I just want to go home. I've only been here for a day, but I can't stand it, the food is still good, but living is too difficult.

Not only do both men and women have to live in the same room, but the bathroom is also not good. I went to the bathroom but was terrified, knowing that everyone was out but the bathroom door couldn't be latched, making me very confused, afraid that someone would push the door in.

Also, it seems that the light bulb here is about to retire, turning off every few seconds, blinking continuously. Even if I am not afraid of ghosts, I have to suspect that there are demons here.

I stood outside the bathroom door holding my clothes for a while, then looked out of the gate again. The gate wasn't locked, I could go out at any time, it was just the possibility of bad people outside that kept me from going out there alone.

Come on, I'm too tired, take a quick shower and go to sleep.

This place is a small two-story inn with eight bedrooms and two bathrooms. We were in the last room on the second floor, all day watching Sana run up and down, I knew that these people knew each other. I was a little scared at first, but gradually I got used to it and then it became normal again.

Everyone here is very busy, I spent the whole day watching them do something as if they were going to hold an event. And I'm too idle, when it's time to eat, some people joke that I'm ready to eat, making me so embarrassed that I want to dig a hole to go down to avoid embarrassment, but when I want to help them with something, I'm frantic.

In short, I don't have to do anything.

Having lived so long, this is still the first day I've done nothing. I have to know that I value time very much, letting it pass without meaning is torture to my principles, I am in the shower now and I still feel unbearably uneasy.

Oh, I want to do something a little helpful.

If there is a phone here, that's fine, I can text my friend to send me assignments, use the time to do them all so that I don't need to copy them later.

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I groped to turn off the faucet, silently listening to the movement around. While I was thinking, when did the light turn off, I thought it would turn back on right away, but after a while, there was still no sign that it would light up.

In the pitch-black bathroom, I didn't even dare to find my clothes for fear of touching something strange, but I couldn't stand here forever waiting for the light to come on, thinking that I relied on my memory to go slowly. went to the door, wanted a little moonlight to help me see things in the bathroom.

Just took two steps, I heard the sound of things in the bathroom, making my skin goosebumps all over, then I didn't dare to move until I heard the small sound of the mice that made me feel secure again.

Luckily I'm not afraid of mice.

I breathed a sigh of relief, encouraging myself to go. Unexpectedly I heard footsteps approaching again, my heart pounding so fast, panicking to the door.

Apparently, everyone had already gone out, and besides the gate wasn't locked, the person coming in was definitely an outsider. Damn, but that step towards this bathhouse, it's best that the person is female or else don't blame me.

In a panic I felt the edge of the door, quickly trying to block it. If I remember correctly, as long as I sit with my back to the door, it will turn into a solid fulcrum, if someone else kicks hard, it still won't open.

Right after that someone pushed the door, of course, it didn't push it out, I gritted my teeth and sat there watching the next move. There was a knock on the door, I remained silent pretending that no one was inside, then suddenly remembered that this bathroom does not have a latch on the outside, only the inside can be locked.

Then, sure that person knows I'm inside.

The bathroom door was pushed hard two or three times, I was so scared but I still tried to keep myself calm, thanks to that, I heard a female voice outside lamenting: "Haiz, this door is broken again."

She said that but didn't intend to stop, probably not breaking the door won't let go, so I said, "Who's out there?"

The person was silent for a while and then said, "So someone is inside, can you let me in?"

I replied: "It's too embarrassing, I'm taking a shower, please wait in the inn."

I didn't see any movement, so I thought the person was gone, but she kicked me so hard that I fell forward. I couldn't see anything in the dark, so I fell on a pile of objects, a series of messy noises resounded.

I vaguely felt her and another person slip inside and close the door, and I was lucky to grab a towel that had fallen nearby and wrap it around my body.

I don't know how many times I cursed in my heart, it was very difficult for the wounds to ease the pain a little, then I fell like this. Even when I wrapped my towel in a towel, one hand was shaking non-stop, and my ribs hurt so much that I couldn't straighten my back.

I guess these wounds probably won't heal in a week, but if it leaves a sequela, even if it's very small, my mother will find out and then overdo everything so, at that time, I want to be left alone impossible.

“Who are you?!”