《Dear You, I'm Sorry》 Chapter One The moon tried her best to brighten up the night, yet the mood was unsettling as ever. With cats meowing like there was no tomorrow, a swaying fragile body started to crawl out of the alley. It looked like a gate of netherworld had just been opened there and a demon was summoned. But it was no demon, but a normal human, of age around 20-ish. Well, people said that adult started at 25. For man, some even stated that it started at 40. 20 was no doubt a child! "My head hurts," he murmured as he tried to support his body in order to get up. His left hand got higher, but the right one stayed motionless. It was there, but it seemed to be completely cut off from him. For second, he was able to firm his leg and got his body up. His left hand was forced to work extra hard. Just like a madman, he tried to reach any object in the vicinity to get some support. It was clear he couldn''t continue crawling with his almost non-existent ragged cloth and bruised body. God knew what happened back there. "I can make it..." And his body betrayed him as it plumped, smashing towards the earth. What he didn''t realize was that his head was full of red blood. Even his trail left streaks of blood and he reeked of ghoulish smell. With a single glance, he looked like a zombie. Whoa, who would expect a zombie in this modern day! Perhaps, it was luck, or maybe it was just a pure coincidence, his body hit not the flat earth, but a bunch of papers and folded boxes. Of course, it was followed by an ear-piercing scream. "Arghhhhh!" A white haired old lady was there, pushing a cart of recyclable papers. There were still some streaks of black hair on her head, but combined with her short and skinny stature, she gave the aura of hardworking poor old lady. Anyone who looked at her would feel pity, as if their kind souls were being awakened. But still, in this modern era, who would have time for others. Our own life was as hard as it was. Out of a sudden literally a bloody boy slammered her cart, causing her heart to stop beating for a crazy one second. She was truly lucky to have a strong heart. But that boy was no stranger, as she took only a glimpse to call him, " Holy Goddd! Jun my son!"This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. That bloody zombie like boy was her only son, and he had been missing for a whole day. "Mom, I''m going to be late today. Don''t wait for me for dinner." That was the last thing she heard from him since yesterday. She thought everything was normal, until she saw her son right at the moment. She didn''t realize when her cheeks did become so wet, but she did realize she didn''t have enough energy to get her son home. He was too heavy and she was just a frail aging woman. An old woman and a bloody young man. One could see that the old woman did pop her veins and bulge her eyes out as she tried to pull the boy onto the cart. Occasionally, there was one or two passerby. However, all of them just frowned their forehead and increased their pace. It wasn''t a punishment for the weak and poor, but a norm of today''s sinister society. Why would you bother yourself into a stranger''s affair, unless you wanted to risk yourself ended up like that young man? Who knew maybe some gangs set it up to rob people in this middle of the night. It wasn''t worth the risk! "Plopp..." She could feel her bone cracking, but she paid no heed. Time seemed frozen and even the midnight breeze wouldn''t flow, as they held their breaths to see how far a mother would go for her son. Her papers that were supposed to buy her lunch tomorrow were now soaked in red. The frail body of her son was lifeless. Papers could be gathered again, but her son could never be replaced. Even if she were offered moon and sun in his place, she would reject them without battling an eyelash. That night was fated to be another urban legend. There was an old witch who hunted on young man for eternal life. If the man resisted, he would have no choice but to become a bloody pup. Of course, there were only a selected few who knew the truth. The night where even the most dazzling star was not even worth mentioning when compared with a mother''s love. ---------------------------------------------- "Get a step closer and we''re done..." "I''m sorry, but I have no choice. I''m sorry..." "Sorry your mother..." "I''ll take care of your family well... I''m sorry..." "I curse you to a life worse than death..." "I didn''t really mean to do this... arrghhh..." Back then, we were good friends. People called us the king and the pauper though. We ate and hit on girls together. I was a spoiled rich brat with no friend and you were an independent poor boy who nobody wanted as friend. Somehow fate brought us together through our middle school. I was thankful to have you as my best friend, but was it going to end like this? This was just like a happy movie that ended with a tragedy. It was sweet, but bitter. I didn''t like this bittersweet feeling! I cursed you to a life worse than death. And even your family was no exception. I would spare no pity to get my revenge. And even that little lass whom you had crush on. Don''t blame me. It was your fault. ---------------------------------------------------------- "What happened... I thought I was dead for sure..." Slowly, he tried to open his heavy eyelids. He clearly remembered those stabs on his stomach and how hurt it was to have your blood drained bit by bit, till your brain gave up. The mice were laughing at him as his so-called best friend left him. A slow, painful and cruel way of dying! Chapter Two He was stabbed yet he only felt spasms and bruises on his stomach. Was he hallucinating? Maybe it was not a stab but tons of kicks and hit instead. His liver and kidneys might have ended bruised, which was a miracle for him to make it alive. His whole body was stinging and it was really painful to get his right arm to work. It was as if the bone was shattered to pieces. ¡°Old Lady Mei?¡± That was the first word that came to his mind seeing the old lady who was sleeping on the mat besides him. ¡°Shattered racks, no furniture, mats-filled floor¡­ eh, isn¡¯t this that bastard¡¯s house?¡± He mumbled to himself. ¡°Did I not die and was taken here instead?¡± That was the most logical explanation for now. The mother, who had transformed into a snoring log, seemed to not notice that her son had woken up. She was simply exhausted after spending the whole night taking care of her son. After she got her son home, she acted like a crazy old woman; rampaging from clinic to clinic. She offered tears and sweats but still, nobody would see her. It was simple. In a neighborhood where business ran on trust, take one wrong case and you are done for. Even a blind person could sense that something was terribly wrong from her action. Therefore, her case was by no mean a simple one. If you¡¯re not confident on healing a case, the safest option is to stay away from it. And she wasn¡¯t a worthy person to scam either. Nobody wanted to have anything to do with her but that one person. He was a quack. She knew that fact, but she had no other choice. A quack might have some skills after all. And so, that quack doctor miraculously healed her son. Weirdly enough, he asked for no money. Perhaps that was because they lived in the same neighborhood. Jun tried to get up but his whole body felt like cracking, as if he was a broken shell. He felt thirsty, and it was hard for him to clench it further. It was just at the right moment he saw a bottle of water on the table near him. Since he could hardly use his right arm, he mustered his strength on the left one. The bottle was just besides him, yet he felt like it was ten miles away. Did this bottle play prank on him? ¡°Got you,¡± Jun smiled in satisfaction when he finally managed to grab the bottle. *Snap* Just as that moment, he felt tingling sensation on his arm, causing him to lose his grip. The bottle fall on the floor, but luckily the cap was there to hold the water. ¡®Damn, I screwed up¡¯. Reflexively the mother opened her eyes. ¡°Jun, are you awake now?¡± ¡°How are you feeling?¡± She continuously bombarded Jun with tons of questions. But still, people could feel tinge of softness in her tone. She spared no effort in hugging Jun.¡±Jun, do you know how worried I am¡­ you silly child¡­¡± ¡°Wait, JUN?? I¡¯m not Jun¡­ I¡¯m¡­¡± He was puzzled. Jun was once the name of his best friend. Well, now he was his best enemy, whom he swore by heaven and earth to destroy. The one who stabbed and left him bled to death. ¡°Old Lady¡­ eh¡­ mom, can you get me a mirror?¡± He wasn¡¯t stupid. He tried his best to stay calm with his eyes spacing out. This body of him was that of Jun. ¡®So, I really did bleed to death then.¡¯ If you were a scientist, this would have been a major breakthrough. If your spirit were able to hop onto another body after you died, this is one of the sure paths of immortality. But being in an immensely deep lust for revenge, he wouldn¡¯t have time to think for this kind of thing. He wasn¡¯t sure of what had happened to him, but he was sure of one thing. ¡°Jun, I didn¡¯t expect for this day to come this quick. Ha ha ha.¡± He quickly reformed and reaffirmed his heart. Now wasn¡¯t the time to get puzzled. At least, he escaped death, although this body wasn¡¯t his. He would have plenty time to think after he settled this important business of his. On the other hand, the innocent mother thought that her son must be frustrated to see his face full of bruises when she handed the mirror. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ¡°Hi, I seem to have problem remembering who I am. Just call me Jun at the moment since that¡¯s what this body is.¡± ¡°But I¡¯m sure of one thing.¡± ¡°I was killed by my best friend, and now, I¡¯m living with his body¡­¡±If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°¡­ or to put it simply, I¡¯m more like a vengeful spirit who possesses his killer. I really want to revenge for my unfair death¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need any explanation. I just need actions now!¡± Jun blinked his eyes several times while staring at the broken roof. Luckily it wasn¡¯t a climate with rainy weather; otherwise they would have been in a deep trouble. His body was still like a log since it hurt a lot to move around. However, his mind had been running as far as he could. How should he settle his revenge? An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A body for a body. Should he just kill this body? No, he couldn¡¯t afford to feel the pain of dying for the second time! God knew how hurt it was. Should he just kill ¡®his¡¯ mother then? Suddenly he thought of an idea. Carefully, he laid out the plan in his mind. It was going to be ¡®fun¡¯ if it worked. A smile bloomed like a wild flower on his face. *** It had been three long days. He couldn¡¯t do anything but lay on the mat, like a paralyzed person on his deathbed. It wasn¡¯t until today that he felt a bit better. ¡°How the hell did he get this injury though¡­ he was perfectly fine back then¡­¡± He felt like cursing the hell out of this body. Just like the saying ¡®every cloud had a silver lining¡¯; it was still better ending up with an injured body than a cold corpse. ¡°How are you feeling today, Jun?¡± His mother asked in low voice. Nobody could decipher whether that was a tone of pity or tiredness. A pity for her son who had been bedridden for three days. Or was it due to tiredness from working during the days and sleep deprivation due to taking care of her son during the night. But being a mother as she was, she would never say it out loud. If she couldn¡¯t even take care of him when he was sick, why did she bother to painfully give labor to him? Well, there was a popular saying among the poor; just be a simpleton and enjoy your life. There was nothing to lose anyway. Jun was now able to move parts of his body, despite being a bit comfortable. He tried to rise up. ¡®Time for the first plan: Make his mother hates him¡¯. He smirked deeply in his heart. If this was a Disney¡¯s movie, surely tons of evil laughter could be heard echoing even to the seventh sky, deafening all the flying angels. There was nothing sweeter in revenge than hurting people who were close with your enemy. That way your enemy would realize how high the sky and how wide the earth were for messing up with you. Furthermore, it was more satisfying seeing his enemy¡¯s beloved person got hurt, while his enemy couldn¡¯t even do anything to help it. Human hated being helpless the most! Ughh, he was a best friend, but that was the past. The present was what mattered. She was his best friend¡¯s mother. Now, she was the best target for revenge. Even in the past, he only met Jun¡¯s mother once, and that was by accident. Naturally, he wouldn¡¯t think twice about hurting her, either emotionally or physically. A quick death was easy, but a slow death was more painful and fun. Well then, let¡¯s rope her to our torture chamber; 70 shades of hatred! We will make sure she is emotionally drained and hate her son to the bone. ¡®Pangggg!!!¡¯ His mother was caught shocked when her hand was slapped by him. Her hand that was holding a spoon of soup hit the table, and the spoon fell hard on the floor. The soup fell on her skin; hot. However, the hot soup seemed to freeze time with the coldness of the situation as she just stared at her hand silently. ¡°What happened?¡± She asked herself as she was unsure of the situation. She was caught completely off-guard. A moment later Jun spoke his mind, breaking the awkward silence. ¡°Vegetable soup again?!¡± Jun raised his voice a bit. It sounded a bit creaky though. ¡°I¡¯m not dead yet and you keep feeding me vegetable. Are you really desperate to see me becomes a vegetable?!¡± ¡®Don¡¯t worry Jun. You¡¯re doing the right thing. She deserves this because of her useless son.¡¯ Jun tried to calm himself. To be honest, this was his first time scolding someone at the age of his own birth mother. He was not even sure if this was too much, but he was hundred percent sure this was justified. She had never seen her son got angry before. He was like a reincarnation of God of Love, with sole purpose of spreading love between mother and son, husband and wife, sisters and brothers and¡­ friends who swore to live and die together. When the devil of poverty stroke them hard, her son was like a golden pillar from Eden; giving shoulder of hope and patting her exhausted back with determination. ¡°Mom, one day I¡¯ll take you out of this place and we¡¯ll live like how a human should live.¡± That was the promise given to her by a young boy named Jun, years ago. Now, that boy had reached adolescence. Reaching adulthood was just a matter of time. But, in her gradually aging eyes, the one in front of her would always remain as that little young boy. And that boy suddenly scolded her harshly, for the first time since time immemorial! Had the sun rose from the west? She was scared. She wasn¡¯t scared because of the scolding. She was scared of her son finally realized the harsh truth of their poor life. She was scared of her son giving up living with her, threading the path of the poor, knitting hopes day by day for a miracle. Then she would lose her golden pillar of life. There would be no meanings left to life. The mother didn¡¯t realize it, but Jun could clearly see her eyes became watery, yet the tears weren¡¯t falling down. It was as if there was a complex emotion that was holding it back. ¡°Hurrr¡­hurrr¡­¡± Her chest breathing became apparent and getting louder, like something had been suffocating her. ¡°Hey¡­ ¡± Jun said in a low voice. He tried to poke her with his left hand. She responded by jolting her upper body, as if she was just got electrocuted in a power station. Her arms and legs wouldn¡¯t stop twitching. Her body fell helplessly on the floor just like a porcelain doll. But it wasn¡¯t her body that was broken to millions of pieces, but her spirit. And surely, Jun had no way of knowing that. She continuously writhing and dribbles could be seen flowing from her mouth. ¡°Hey, what are you¡­¡± Little did he expect to see such outcome. He was just planning to show how rude and rebellious her son was in order to plant some emotional scar. How did she end up twitching continuously like there were some poisonous snakes in her veins? Her continuously oozing saliva made her look more miserable. ¡®Wait, is she really dying?¡¯ That thought somehow scared him, but wouldn¡¯t this be a better outcome? An apple for an apple, a body for a body!