Thankfully, my house was quite big, allowing to escape without anyone noticing.
I quickly went downstairs, opened the front door, and stepped outside. Our house had a large yard, a clear sign that we were well-off. But ironically, despite living in a wealthy ho, my life wasn't as comfortable. It's strange how things work out sotis
Opening the gate, an odd sense of fear washed over .
When had I last stepped outside? Was it three years ago? The mory of the virus outbreak in 2019 was still vivid. Back then, everyone was mandated to stay ho for nearly a year. Expectedly enough, the quarantine didn't affect —I was always holed up in my room in the first place.
Though I did manage to leave the house three tis during that period to get vaccinated.
"Co on, Zyden, you've got this!" I whispered to myself, attempting to muster so courage.
"You're the chosen one," I added with a hint of determination in my voice.
With resolve in my heart, I placed my right hand on the gate's handle and turned it slowly. A distinct clicking sound signaled the gate's opening.
Summoning all the courage I could muster, I took a step outside. It felt surreal, witnessing the dimly lit road.
Residing in a decent neighborhood ant the street was well-lit by streetlights. Still, at this hour, the road was deserted, as most people were already asleep.
For a few monts, it felt like my mind was floating. My heart raced, but not out of fear—I wasn't scared. It was a different sensation, one that almost brought tears to my eyes. It was like a surge of emotion, a feeling of liberation that made want to cry. It was as though I had finally broken free.
I began walking along the street. Despite not having left my room for years, I still rembered the way.
This street had changed quite a bit over the years, but mories flooded back. I could recall the days when my mom and dad used to take on walks, their smiles lighting up the monts.
"I think there's a playground around here," I thought. So, I chose to walk in that direction and see if I was right.
After a few minutes of walking, I finally reached the playground. The darkness made it hard to see much, but that was okay.
As I looked at the park, an overwhelming surge of emotions hit . Suddenly, I couldn't hold back anymore.
Tears stread down my face as I knelt to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I had believed I'd grown strong, that I'd developed a thick skin due to the injustices I'd faced. But now, here I was, crying like a lost child, completely unsure of what to do.
"Mom... Dad... I'm so sorry for resenting you. I understand it wasn't your fault. I know you didn't intend to leave ," I choked out between sobs. My eyes were red and swollen as I sat on a bench, overwheld by sadness.
"Don't worry about anymore. I promise I'll beco soone strong in the future. I'll reclaim everything they took from us."
With that promise, I held back my tears. This would mark the final instance of my shedding tears. I was determined not to allow anyone to make cry ever again.
"Now let's find a place to sleep ," I spoke out loud after I finally cald my emotion down.
I turned away, but after taking a few steps, a strange sound caught my attention. It was like a groan, or maybe more like soone struggling. I quickly turned my head towards the source of the noise.
It seed to be coming from the Big Circle Playground nearby, the one with those holes in it. The darkness made it hard to see anything, but I was fairly certain that I had heard a woman's voice.
Most people might assu it's an animal, but I'm different. I've spent a lot of ti watching and reading that kind of content.
A dark area, a playground, a chilly night, a circular structure that could fit an adult? This scenario was eerily reminiscent of those disturbing videos I've seen.
What should I do? Should I help? Wait, why even consider that?
Don't be foolish, . This isn't your responsibility. Just turn around and call the police.
I started walking away .
But what if the police arrive too late? I an, that kind of thing just take a few minutes to unfold!
I'm not exactly cut out to be a hero, but ignoring this would definitely disrupt my sleep. After all, who knows, the person in trouble could very well be underage. Ti to step in, I guess.
Exactly. I'm not doing this for others. I'm doing it for my own peace of mind!
"Hey, you jerk! Stop right there!" I shouted as loudly as I could. Yeah, that's the plan—I'll scare that awful person away.
All of a sudden, I heard so rustling coming from the round structure. Then, a tall figure erged. And by tall, I an really, really tall. He was super muscular, too.
But I'm not sure if I'm right , my perspective might be bias—I'm quite overweight and short, so most guys seem muscular and tall to .
Nevertheless, fear wasn't getting the best of . There was a good bit of space between us, and if I kicked into a sprint, he'd have to be a marathon runner to catch up. Hehehe, things were looking up for
"What's your deal, fatty?" the voice shot back.
I was surprised, not because of the insult, but because the voice was definitely a woman's.
Wait, sothing was off. My confusion grew as a lady stepped out into from the round structure. She was clearly furious.
"Don't tell ..." It hit like a ton of bricks.
"What do you think you're doing, ruining my ti with my boyfriend?" she scolded, her anger practically radiating.
"I…" I was lost for words. What in the world should I do now?
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