So, evasion was futile. Wayne had already harbored the intention to kill everyone in my family.
The only way out was to resist, and I had to resist.
It was a sleepless night for me. I looked at my family closely, afraid if I closed my eyes, I would return to that dark ward.
The rooster crowed, and the warm sunlight shone into the ward, dispelling some of the chill. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Surviving last night was one thing, but what about tonight? What should I do?
My brain was working at full speed. If I told them that I had been reborn, they wouldn't believe me. It was especially so for my dad, who detested anything superstitious or paranormal.
If I told him, he'd just spank me might even tell Wayne about it as a joke.
What about Mom? My mom ran a business, so she might believe in such things to some extent. It was worth a shot.
But the priority was to go home and set up traps.
I threw a tantrum, insisting that I was fine. Krystal had the doctor check me over once more, and he suggested I stay for a few more days.
Unable to resist my strong insistence, they finally took me home. The five of us left the hospital together.
I pulled my mom and Krystal into a room, wearing a serious expression.
"Mom, Krystal, I have something to tell you that you might find unbelievable, but everything I'm about to say is true."
At first, they listened with smiles, but those smiles faded as I continued, especially when I mentioned that Krystal had to be with Wayne to pay for my medical bills.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
My mom grabbed some tissues, visibly angry.
"Larry, what is wrong with you? Scaring your sister like this. Where did you get this bad habit?"
She then spat a few times into the air.
"Bah, don't talk nonsense like this. If your dad hears you, he'll beat you for sure. Don't mention it again!"
She gave me a stern look and left the room. My heart sank. As expected, she didn't believe me, but did I see a flicker of seriousness in her eyes?
I stepped forward and gently hugged my weeping sister. "Krystal, don't cry. Do you believe me?"
She looked at me with confusion, nodding and then shaking her head.
"I don't know. My mind keeps telling me that it's all fake, but your story makes my heart ache, as if these things could happen. Larry, tell me the truth. Are you playing a prank?"
I stared at her and solemnly shook my head.