The Train Of Despair

I felt my body go ice cold. I had become the old man’s plaything.

He said that if he was not poor, he would not have purchased me who had already given birth.

He told me to give birth to a daughter so he would have someone to fool around with when she got older.

I was drenched in cold sweat. I knew that if he did not die, my life would be a living hell.

My fingernails that used to flip musical scores were all broken.

I clenched my teeth and used all my might to strangle the old man.

However, I got slapped in return.

He stepped on my abdomen and beat me with all he had.

He cursed me for being disobedient and invited all the other single men in the village to his place.

I was terrified and cursed them all to burn in hell.

Days passed as my attempts to kill myself failed continuously.

I was slowly going insane.

Finally, my bodyguard appeared. He always looked so serious.

He brought the police with him.

He also sent me to a mental hospital.

I did not know what it felt like to die.

But I knew how it felt like to live in hell. I had gotten a good taste of it for over ten years.

I felt wronged. If I had another chance, I would make them go through what I had been through!

The sound of glass breaking pulled me back to reality.

I saw shattered glass on the floor when I went downstairs.

The piano that I practiced on every day was covered in orange juice.

Lynn wrapped her arms around my mother’s neck as she said in a timid and soft voice, “Mom, I didn’t break the bottle on purpose. I just wanted to take a look at the piano. Will Harper be mad at me?”

She bit her lower lip to pretend that she was scared and made her voice tremble.

She saw me in her peripheral vision and cocked an eyebrow at me tauntingly.

If I had noticed that in my last life, things would have been different.

She was hostile toward me. From the moment she returned home, she was planning to take everything away from me.

I sat down before the piano and stared at it.

Music started to play as my fingers danced on the keys.

“It’s fine if the piano’s ruined. You have just returned home, so let me play a song to welcome you back…”