“And… It’s done.”

I backed away a little then fell back right onto the bed because I felt a little tired. Intended to sleep for a while, but suddenly my dad came into the room.

Our eyes met for a few seconds, before I took something else to look at, as if I don't care anything about him for being here.

“Is that all the things you want to bring for tomorrow?” He asked.

“Probably.”

“I see…”

…

What a classic silence between father and son… Lovely…

“Listen… Your mother cooked your favorite dish for tonight… And We will pray together for the safety of your departure. So… Let’s go downstairs buddy.”

“Sure… You go first. I'll be following in a moment.”

“Ah… Yes. Take your time.” He left.

What’s wrong with these people… They had never done anything like this before. So why all of a sudden? Are they trying to kill me down there?

~~~~~

This is not even my favorite food. It’s my sister’s…

Did mommy remember it wrong? Or…

Yeah… That must be it.

Maybe I just forgot that in the past I once said that my favorite food is the same as my sister's as she actually didn't like mine.

I knew it even without her saying it. And she didn't know that I also hated her own favorite meal. Our food tastes are completely opposites.

“How’s it?”

“Yeah, it tastes good…” I smiled at my mother.

My parents talked quite a lot back then. About everything but my sister's death. They act like I'm an only child from the very beginning.

And I hate every second of this interaction…

Until then I was hugged by them while crying.

Actually, I want to feel touched by this scene, but… If my sister didn't die at that time, then a hug like this would never have been mine. In other words, I'd rather never be loved by these two, as long as she is still alive until now and then.

This just feels so wrong…

“I want to die…” I whispered while lying on my bed.

I was so embarrassed because I remembered, I cried while begging God not to kill me at that time… When the carrier's lightning strikes… “The Arrival day.”

But back then it was because there is someone's feeling that I must always keep away from any sadness. Especially the sadness that comes from my own death.

And now she’s gone…

“Just sleep…”

But I can’t…

“Please just go to sleep, Daniel…”

But I’m trying!

I’m trying…

~~~~~

“But that’s all we have!” Someone yelled.

It was only a few hours after I managed to fall asleep… Checking my phone, finding out what time it is, Then I realized whose voice it was.

First I stood up then walked towards the window. Three o'clock in the morning but some people are at the many doors of the neighbors' houses…

Oh. Yeah… I forgot that it was my mother's voice a few minutes before. So I have to check it out right now, while hoping nothing bad is waiting for me.

Walk slowly, stepping down the stairs. I peeked from a little gap in the dining room’s door, where I found these two big guys with very familiar clothing models. Both of them are standing right in front of my parents, asking for something… While it seems that they actually don't care about the loot at all.

I didn't speak at that time.

Just silently listening to their conversation, with my eyes still feeling very sleepy.

Focused my gaze, then I realized what they were actually holding since the very beginning. That sword… That only once in my life have I seen a real sword, and this is the same sword back then.

By instinct I retreated, squatting, hiding right beside the dining door frame.

Mom was begging for mercy, while Dad was heard rummaging through all the cupboards looking for what they actually wanted. Whether it's gold or money, it seems that what they have received is still not enough to drive them out.

Then I heard one of their cell phones ringing.

“It’s from him. He said this is the time…” One of those guys talked to the other.

And that’s the time when I saw them start swinging their swords.

Even though I will regret all of this, all these actions that I will soon carry out, I still run towards them.

Trembling feet, yelled “Hey!” and then I threw a simple wooden chair right to the air, covering their sight.

One of them split the chair in two pieces in an instant with his own sword. Not noticing my arrival, I punched him in the face from the gap in the slashed wooden plank… But it doesn't have any effect on him.

This guy doesn't even feel pain from this kind of punch.

He was just confused to see my face for the moment.

Or… Maybe it's not just him. Because we were all silent, did not expect that I would appear out of nowhere, just right before he decided to kick me in the stomach…

Drifting far enough until I hit the glassy table with my back, I realized something strange from that inhuman front kick.

Like there's a pressure that's much wider and stronger than just this guy's small feet. An invisible force… Or psychic power… I can even feel the wind that seems to explode right at the moment he kicked me.

So this “Carrier” thing is much more complex than I know so far… This is what that random guy once said about how everyone knows nothing with that own power.

My back hurts so much when I see them coming right at me.

Where I can’t even move my muscle, when I really need to do something, other than just sitting here scared, just the most inopportune time for them to come…

“Don’t forget the fire…” One guy talked to the other.

Hearing the order, his partner then moved into the kitchen. I can even hear the sound of the stove gas coming out which is probably without a fire.

And now, they have turned on all the lights… That I can see their faces very clearly… And I will never forget it even if I die here tonight.

Even after the swing of the sword has come to demand a victim…

~~~~~