The Terrifying Mom!

"Ethan, are you not getting up? Are you skipping school?

"You're just as useless as your father, staying at home all day doing nothing. Am I your hired housekeeper?

"Staying in that shabby room all day, what's in there? Can it help improve your grades?

"I really want to kill you with a knife!"

Ethan sat in his room, expressionless as he listened to the voice outside. He had been hearing this voice for several years now. It started three years ago, and this kind of life has been accompanying him ever since.

The owner of the voice was his mother. Since three years ago, she had become very abnormal, always losing her temper for no reason. At first, it was just complaints, but as time went by, it got stranger. She even said she wanted to kill him many times.

At first, Ethan thought it was just a joke, but one day when he went out, he saw his mother adding something white into their food. He swore he saw it.

From that moment on, he became extremely scared, fearing that one day he would eat something with added "seasoning". To protect himself, he never ate the food his mother cooked from then on. He would rather eat instant noodles.

This also made his mother's temper towards him worse and worse.

He had no idea what had happened.

Three years ago, during class, his head suddenly had a sharp pain, and then he fainted. He woke up after lying in the hospital for a year. From that point on, he always heard some whispers, which would only stop when he stayed in his own room. So for three years, he never left his room.

His mother had never entered his room in these three years either, she would just leave meals at the door.

Even though he never ate them, for three years the meals were always freshly made, never repeated.

In other words, he hadn't seen his mother for three years. If not for the familiar voice, he would have suspected that the person outside was a terrorist who wanted to kill him.

Ding ding!

Suddenly, a message notification sound came from his phone. Ethan picked up his phone and saw a message from his best friend Ryan Grant.

"Ethan, are you feeling better? The day after tomorrow we'll graduate from high school. Although you haven't been to school, I still want to invite you out. We were classmates after all. I heard our class goddess will be there too!"

Ryan's message sounded a bit cheeky, which made Ethan smile.

"I'd rather not go. You know my situation. If I go out, I definitely won't be able to handle it." Although Ethan really wanted to go out, the voice in his head had been tormenting him, never disappearing.

There was even a time when he couldn't stand it anymore and went out. As he walked on the road, the street lamp beside him suddenly turned into a ferocious giant snake rushing towards him. Luckily he reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have died right there.

When they checked the surveillance later, they found out it was actually a car that had lost control.

But he swore he really saw the street lamp turn into a snake.

It was from that moment on that he felt this world was full of malice towards him. Even if he did nothing, he would still face life-threatening situations. So after that incident, he never went out again.

Even staying at home made him feel extremely depressed.

"Sigh, look at you, how did you end up like this? I haven't seen you for three years, I almost forgot what you look like." Ryan sighed. He was the first one to be with Ethan when he had the accident back then, so he knew more about the situation at that time.

Ethan's symptoms couldn't be explained by medicine - he was completely normal physically, but Ethan kept saying he heard or saw things, making many people think he was crazy.

But only Ethan knew that this world... wasn't so friendly to him.

"Never mind, you guys go ahead. My life is probably going to be like this forever." Ethan gave a bitter smile. He had no solution for his condition.

"By the way, do you remember the girl who transferred to our class in the first year of high school?" Ryan suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Ethan frowned: "I know, why? Isn't that girl already your fiancée?"

In the first year of high school, a girl transferred to their class. She was exceptionally beautiful and pure, with a ponytail that became many people's dream girl. Even Ethan was smitten for a while. Unfortunately, that girl only studied for a month before transferring again. Many people cried for her when she left.

"Tsk, forget it. That kind of girl isn't someone we can approach. I just heard that she might come to this gathering too." Ryan said.

"What? She's coming too?" Ethan was surprised. This was just a classmates' gathering, but honestly, that girl only stayed with them for a month. There shouldn't be much classmate sentiment. Probably she had forgotten what they looked like after all these years.

And yet she was coming this time?

"Yeah, that's why I'm inviting you. You don't know how many boys in our class have gone crazy. Those locked at home are breaking doors to come."

Ethan fell silent. Regarding that girl, although he knew it was impossible to be with anyone, that kind of pure love type - seeing her once would be unforgettable for life. This time, he was really moved.

After a long while, Ethan took a deep breath: "Send me the address!"

Ethan slowly opened the door and looked outside. Sure enough, his mother was in the kitchen, holding an extremely sharp knife, chopping fiercely on the cutting board, but there was only a potato on the cutting board.

Moreover, he saw his mother muttering something, her face distorted, eyes full of killing intent, occasionally looking towards Ethan's door. Every time she looked, the knife in her hand would chop harder.

Closing the door again, Ethan sat on the bed and sighed. His father had disappeared many years ago. His mother used to work three jobs for his education, but since he was hospitalized, she became a full-time mother and never worked again. He didn't know where she got the money to keep going for three years.

Many times he saw his mother going out in the morning and returning in the afternoon with a black plastic bag, dripping fresh blood.

This situation terrified him to the point of trembling.

It even surpassed the weirdness in his mind.

"Right, take this opportunity to go out and see if I will still be maliciously targeted. The whispering has become much quieter in three years. Shouldn't...

be any problem, right?

Compared to three years ago, Ethan's symptoms had indeed improved a lot, at least that's what he thought.

Whether there really was improvement or not, he needed to go out and find out.

But first, he needed to get past his mother. How could he safely walk out of the house under his mother's murderous gaze?