Mrs. Lu's son

I dreamed about a life not my own.

I was a bystander who couldn't protect the boy as he grew up in front of my very eyes. From a small happy child he became a warped twisted individual.

Scene after scene I saw the harsh life he lived.

He was trusting and naive at first. He didn't see the people for who they truly were.

While it was clear as day to me he shouldn't trust them, he did it without hesitation.

I wanted to stop him. Scream at him to not fall for their lies. Yet, he did. Every time, until something broke inside him and remained broken.

He trusted and he paid for it.

The tutor hired for his studies by his parents seduced his father and left his family in shambles.

His father walked out on him and his mother. They returned to the family she had turned her back on disgraced.

For a boy who had never even heard of his maternal family before he was shocked by how many people there were and by the wealth around him. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had grand parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. People his mother had never mentioned to him before

At first he tried to get to know them. Make friends. Learn about his family, his heritage. Because although the boy had been betrayed by one of the people that should never have turned his back on him he still hoped for a family. He longed for it.

He didn't get it.

Although they shared blood, these people treated him like dirt. They treated his mother like a servant. Even the servants had it better. She was someone that would have been better off dead. He was someone that shouldn't have been born in the first place.

His kind nature became warped as he faced betrayal after betrayal.

He held onto his sanity by a very fragile thread. He held on for his mother, the one person keeping him together.

He held on day after day.

He didn't see the signs because his mother was very good at hiding her pain from him.

One day he returned from work.

He was the first person to find his mother. He held onto her as she lied in a pool of her own blood and screamed. Screamed for her, screamed for help.

But none came. He pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

It was too late.

No one came as she was declared dead.

He confronted his family. They didn't even flinch and kept on eating their dinner.

He held onto the knife that had taken his mother from him. The fragile thread he used to hold onto his sanity had snapped the moment he saw his mother's lifeless body.

And now, now he found a place for his anger. Someone to blame for the signs he had missed himself.

He lost his mind.

He killed everyone at that dinner table. There was pandemonium. They tried to escape. They tried to stop him. But one after another they fell.

Until they were no more.

As he stood in their blood he felt nothing.

He took the knife and ...

I closed my eyes and felt utterly helpless. The sorrow, the grief, the regret, the anger... All of it pierced my heart as though it was my own.