The Second Strain:

“But just wishing, or indeed full of hope, that at least this self-destruction could really end something...”

The worst part about this type of story is that the main character isn't dead at all…

Like now, how the hell can I still wake up from that terrible incident? After seeing such horrific sights back then, where The God himself forgot or even didn’t care to take my own life as a sense of forgiveness...

Even if I don’t want to open up my eyes, I can’t deny that I realized that this place where I lay on, is just a bed in a hospital…

I still wake up again...

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The first thing that caught my attention was... This feels of pain. Somewhere around the stomach. Like something is being planted, maybe an iron bar or wooden stick? I don’t know, but it stuck through my own flesh. That's why I tried to move my hands to get rid of it.

But there is nothing… It's just the bandage which only hurts even more after I touch it. Oh yeah... I remembered…

That guy stabbed me along with my mother…

“Mom?”

I whispered without even thinking, then suddenly someone replied to my voice. “Sir? You’re awake?” That's where I try to open my eyes and see who’s talking.

Oh…

Just a nurse…

“How do you feel? Okay, take it easy Sir… No! Don’t move, relax. Let me go call the doctor, just hold on for a moment.” This woman didn't even want to wait for me to answer her question. She just left right away, leaving me without an explanation of what to do next about all these annoying tubes and hoses.

About what to do… Next...

I’m starting to remember what just happened back there even in every second. But I don’t really want to… So I just have… To do the same thing over and over again.

Just forget everything. Everything about that fire… Swords… Explosion… Bloodstains… The death of my Parents… My mother who walked slowly into the fire, sat with my father while holding his hand which then… Which then…

How could I forget everything about it?! It’s impossible!

There’s no way I could live long enough alone like this… Or rather, I don't want to live any longer with all this kind of bullshit. Because I don’t know what to do if I’m...

“Alone…”

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Two weeks passed after the treatment, I got off the taxi that had taken me to this house. Our old house where my grandparents died somewhere in the past.

Father is the only child. And as far as I could remember, Mother is the only person left from her original family.

So straight to the point, I am literally living alone right now...

“This family bloodline will truly end in my own hands.” I tried to cheer myself up.

If Deo heard me say that, he would have killed me instantly… Though I haven't really told him anything yet, I'm sure he must have thought that I was dead already. So it would make sense if he killed me to make sure that I really was, right?

Or should I tell him about this? Isn't my life one of those things that for this guy is not just a joke? But I lost my phone and don't feel like buying a new one yet… And also…

Why should I tell him that I'm still alive, if in the end I'm just going to die soon? I'm not that cruel, ya know?

So here's the plan…

I will enjoy my short life without telling them anything, then end everything without them knowing anything. Simple…

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The first three days, I cooked something that I don't even know what it actually is… But I was happy about it. I made myself fried porridge… With pork and salmon… What a great lunch, I thought to myself.

For dinner, I always order pizza of all kinds that I've never ordered before.

And with breakfast, I eat anything that is awfully greasy.

Over time, I became very fond of this horrendous cooking activity… Kitchen is the one and only family that I have in this cruel world.

Though someone would kill me if they saw how atrocious the random dishes that I always made every single day were, but there is no one, right? Because that's the meaning of living alone for a normal human being like myself.

“It’s not enough… I need to try something else before I die.”

So then I decided to go to the nearest store around my neighborhood.

In Indonesia, you can buy alcoholic beverages from local merchants without the need for an ID card. Just tell them if the adults ask you to buy it for them. Or you don't even have to say any word. You really can buy alcohol anywhere… And that's my country baby...

But it turns out…

I'm not really into alcohol, so I just tried it a few times then gave up on liking it. Though I've bought a few bottles and there are still a lot left…

I just let it lie on the kitchen table, and don't know what to do with it.

I tried smoking, things and activities that I really hated and avoided all my life.

I don't know where to buy drugs, but I always hope I can find them before the day I die.

Sometimes I also play music at a loud volume while lying on the cold floor. Just chilling… But most of the time, it’s getting too cold… So I usually just move into the bathtub.

I don't sleep all night just to watch a lot of movies and series that I've been wanting to see for such a long time.

A few more days left, I don't even care about having breakfast…

Or even eating anything all day long...

The sixth of june 2026…

Triple six on the calendar. What a nice date to die...

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