Daydream

I don't know if I'm alive or dead.

I just remember that night, my uncle, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly broke into the house and brutally killed my father and mother. And I escaped in the chaos. At one o'clock in the morning, not even the stars could be seen. I ran desperately from building to building. This building seems to have become terrifying at this moment, pressing towards me. In the end, I was still caught, tied up by my uncle and brought home. Looking at the mess and blood in the house, I didn't know whether I was sad or scared. He took me into his car and planned to fly abroad to sell me, but I don't know what part went wrong and had to go to the dock. Come to think of it, he was trying to smuggle me out. What happened after that, I don't know. When I woke up, I found myself trapped at home. It is still the same dim light, a little warm but permeating the feeling of cool silence; it is still the same decoration, but the original vitality in the room is missing. I replayed the image of that night over and over again in my mind, and it couldn't be dissipated for a long time.

At this time, my uncle suddenly broke in through the door, and I quickly hid behind the cupboard, but he couldn't seem to see me. He was in a hurry to find something, and smashed the item on the ground. Then a girl exactly like me chased in in a police uniform, swiftly subduing my uncle and handcuffing it. After arresting her uncle, she stood in the house and looked around for a week. Finally, she stopped in the direction of the cupboard and said, "You are free."