Unfair(2)

Angela couldn't make sense of what was in front of her eyes. Wasn't she just in that basement? Attacking that silver eyed guy when her entire being told her he was to be feared?

'Why the hell am I back in front of this huge disgusting green ghoul?'

"I will kill you, bastard!" said the neighbor's son with a shaking voice and teary eyes. The omnipotent looking, 4 meters tall, monster gave him a terrifying smile.

'He has some gall...' Angela thought allover. 

Sure enough, just like in her memories, the young boy swings his iron pipe at the monster's enormous body. Only for the poor pipe to get scrambled like a piece of paper.

She was sure that back then; she had yet again gone through that sensation and cut through the tough monster's throat in one go. The sensation of being more familiar with killing monsters and their bodies than she was with her own face in the mirror. 

The salty taste of blood filled her mouth, giving her a punch to reality. Wasn't this just a flashback people who think they have died unfairly get?

'No! No! No! Who?... Damned dumb lunatic! Damn it, who???...'*

A bewildered voice filled her head. It was that lunatic again. The one who possessed her. A crazy bitxx, one crazier than herself.

"Just when I am-"

" It is so unfair!! Just when I am not dying anymore, someone had to use a taboo... Now they invited those who weren't too! This world is now doomed! DOOMED! Doomed and FUXXXX! That..."*

The voice had suddenly started screaming as if it had gone insane, but the voice that got louder by the second wasn't what concerned her. It was the words that had just escaped her mouth.

"What was that? What was I going to say? No, why did she say the rest of my words?" She mumbled with a heavy breath and a crazily beating heart. It was the opposite. She was going to say what the woman in her head was going to say. 

" Not that it is any less creepy!! What is happening to me?" Thinking about the reason made her shiver as the voice in her head became so loud that her ears rang. 

"AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"*

The scream made her head hurt so much that she pressed both of her palms tightly to her ears to lessen the pain. Her eyes shut close from the striking pain.

'What will happen to the children if I am here?' 'Only if I find the one who used the taboo magic..!!!!!' She pondered simultaneously.

'Wait.. The taboo of time? What children-' It was strange. Taboo? How did she know what was taboo? CHILD-REN? Since when did her monotonous brain, who couldn't even be hungry and angry at the same time, think of several unrelated and strange things at once?

Hadn't she already given up on that child? So, shouldn't Andrey be the only one? Or has she actually became attached to the child of her fake twin? Is it what blood relation does?

When that family full of pushovers put her in the place of their dead daughter and didn't even actually treat her like they would her and even accused her of being a murderer just because she wasn't their own child? It's unlikely...

Indeed, it should be that child. The one she did to what her parents had done to her. 

The questions in her head made her open her eyes to see that she was no longer in the grave-like shopping center and there were no screams either. It wasn't even that strange basement with doors to treasures that she had never seen, but knew they were there. This place was a familiar place.

A place full of memories. Full of her mistakes and regrets. Where she would have to spend the eternity in, were she to have flashbacks of important memories. The place that turned her into her parents.

A warm and spotless place that showed off her dirtiness like a black stain. A place so peaceful that a chaotic being like her couldn't fit in, no matter how hard she tried. Where the individual opposite her entirety lived.

The perfect protagonist, the hero. Someone she ruined, and claimed without wanting. The person, she was a minor villainess in their life's legend..

Angela couldn't think anymore. She saw but didn't see. The voices entered her earlobes, but her ears were deaf to the words. Even the voices in her head had gone silent.

The only sound in the spotless white livingroom was the sound of the panting. 

'How similar,' She thought, not knowing to whom. Had she ever seen anyone nearly as spotless as the one in front of her?

"Hah! How could you say you don't want him?" 

 His pale face was bright red with anger as his glowing green eyes glared at her with a blaming gaze. As if saying you are a sinner, we are... She refused to even be a partner in crime with someone like him.

"Do you even know what kind of life he has been through? He has been through hell! Just because he was born to unworthy parents like us, he has been so unlucky... Do you even know what they say about him?"

He looked into her eyes with burning eyes.

"They say he should have died with his parents... Hah, it really should have been us who died. Not uncle and aunt!"

And here it comes, her turn to talk. She opened her mouth and moved it, reciting her part wouldn't be too hard.

After all, she has gone over this conversation for as long as six months, every day and every hour. To make sure she was free of blame, she had recited... for even longer, for as long as fifteen years now.

"Ok, sorry for being alive! Sorry for having been too young and irresponsible to take care of another child while we already had a shit lot on our plates! Sorry for not wanting to ruin another child's life too! For wanting to live and for not even being you who has it easy and get's to study and have a career while awaiting me to stay at home and take care of another child when I was already three whole years behind all my peers!"

Saying those words until she is panting as much as the handsome young man in front of her. Words she know wasn't all that true. It wasn't like he was expecting to become a father at such a young age or marry so soon. Neither had he such a merry time as she made it sound.

 Tae-Hyung took responsibility. Working day and night at the same time as he studied. Then he would come home to a thousand times worse than now, Angela. She pitied him too, but not as much as she did for herself. 

"I am not blaming you, nor did I ever expect that kind of thing from you. All I'm saying is that now that we have the capability, we should take responsibility for his life!"

His words were calm and unaffected by her provocation. A calmness that had her go crazy and want to see him burn. The ready to come up memories did so, and she just watched and heard, even if there was nothing to watch or hear.

"Hah! Do you really think that he will be happier in a family like this? You don't even have a secure inheritance as a grandchild without his parents! Talk is all you are! I am suffering day and night, hearing all kinds of things from your grandmother whom you love so much because you can't defend me and say that I am your choice, however much I might not be hers!"

"Why should I have said that I want him back when he can inherit everything your uncle was supposed to get instead of having to live like a racing hoarse? You are managing a business that belongs to your father and you have three brothers and two sisters who are also supposed to have a share!" 

Those were his red lines. The grandmother who raised him and the mention of the fact that his parents left him at his grandparents' to take care of their business and inheritance while they lived with the rest of their children elsewhere. 

Then, hearing her trampling on those red lines, he would offer divorce, and she would leave. 

'Did I really have to say those?' She asked herself, looking at the white walls until there was a breach to her memory's record. 

"I take your silence as a yes."

Angela couldn't fathom what had just happened. Only when she came out of this shock that she felt a hand on her shoulder. A hand belonging to the handsome boy next to her. 

"Are you okay, Mom?"

Not believing the course of what was happening, she stroked the boy's face. 'It feels warm...'