3- Doomed Child

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 "Lucy is dead." I blinked for a second, trying to apprehend his words, “Lucy? Oh, you mean Mrs Harley?” I asked, making an ‘o’ face as he threw me back, “Don’t be so casual about it damn it!” He yelled, I sighed and set my shirt, getting up. “Rylan. What is happening?” Rachel asked but ignored her, “Do you have the ring?” I asked, “Take your goddamn ring.” He snarled, slamming it into my hands as I left without saying anything and went to Ed’s shop.   “Ah look, my lucky charm is here.” He grinned, rushing to my side, “I have already prepared Lucy’s coffin. So pretty, don’t you think?” He praised himself, showing his coffin. “How did it happen?” I asked, taking a seat, “She killed herself, stabbed in the stomach multiple times, At first I thought it was a murder but no, her kids told me she killed herself right in front of them- almost controlled.” He explained, giving me an eye, indirectly saying ‘I know you know’  “And yeah, you shall pay for my fees.” He hummed, sitting on his counter and swinging his legs, I rolled my eyes at his chirpy behaviour after telling about such grotesque incident, “I know,” “Lucy carried it for a whole day. You brought the curse back to the town, didn't you?” He smirked, lifting his hat and covering his mouth with his sleeves, “It’s not a curse.” I declared, “how can you prove it? You know it, I can easily exile you from Bougainvillea. They will believe my words, disregarding the fact they call me insane.” He giggled, his long nails twirling around his long while locks, covering almost his face and ivory eyes. He is so… unnatural with that white hairs, black robe, especially his demeanour and eyes.  “I know, they are looking for a way to throw me out.” I sighed, leaning my head back, “So now what? Do I have to bribe you?” I asked with an empty chuckle, “Hmm… I am simply interested in preparing your corpse, I will decorate it beautifully.” He said excitedly, joining his fingers together. A repulsed expression came to my face automatically by his words and action but clearing my throat, I looked away. “Whatever, just seal your lips before I do it myself.” I threatened, sending a glare in his direction, “My, scary.” He chuckled at the change in my aura from a lull to malice. “Don’t worry, I treasure my life.” He hummed, getting down, “Okay then, I am going to take them to meet its owner. Help me with it.” He smiled, “I am not coming.” I muttered, not bothering to get up, “Oh my, Are you afraid that Gabriel would beat you up again?” He teased, pressing his finger on my bruise, making me wince, “Stop.” “Then get up, Mr Scott.” I sighed and got up and was about to help him get it even though he can lift it all by himself but then Hays came, “He ain’t going nowhere.” He said grumpily, taking the coffin, “With pleasure.” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. “By the way, You are proven lucky for my humble shop, Mr Scott. Two customers in two days, hihihi.” And how can this guy with loose screws miss his chance to taunt me. “And you say I should be thrown out.” I scoffed.   “Do you know any other undertakers around?” Hays asked rudely, “No.” “Then shut up.” He scolded and left with Ed to attend Lucy’s funeral as I leaned on the wall, rubbing my temples, holding the ring, trying to register what was happening in the town and if they didn’t find any explanation, they would force me to leave.  Stuck in an undesirable situation, I could feel my inside twitching by terrible omens, pulsating my heart due to exasperation.  “People are dying because of you again.”  A whisper abruptly reached my ears, sending terrifying shivers to my core, my eyes widened in terror, “Who’s it?” I asked, looking around but I was alone in the street. “Come out!” I shouted but there was no one.  I think I am drunk without even drinking. Shaking my head to clear my mind, I went to the bar to disregard this thought from my mind because no one died before or will die because of me.  ‘Everyone’s death is their own fault.’ That's what I used to believe. These words are echoing in my mind, disrupting so I need to get it out from my head as I went to the bar and ordered my usual, gulping down the bottle,  “You know too much alcohol is not good for your health.” Rachel said, trying to stop me, “And still he is fine as fuck.” Hays scoffed from behind. “I am not here to listen to your shit.” I muttered, banging my head on the table, “What happened?” Rachel asked, tilting her head, “You are depressed nowadays.”  “Just pray his number is next.” This time Gabriel spoke up.  Why the hell there’s only one bar in this pea sized town!? I closed my eyes, chanting to get it out of my head in an inaudible voice, “It was not my fault, It was not my fault.” I repeated it like a mantra to dispel my fear but to no avail.  “Then why are you still mourning?” A female child’s chuckle reached my ears again, making my heart clenched in indescribable pain. My lips began to quiver, trying to deny the words striking my ears with unfathomable sorrow but enraged by this, I slammed my hand on the table and got up furiously, “Rylan…?” Hays tried to call me but I walked away with a scowl over my face, “Leave him, he has anger issues.” Gabriel scoffed as they all continued their work and I left. “Who the hell is it!?” I yelled, running down the street, looking around to find the source of the voice. “It was you, it was always you.” Again that screeching sound came, covering my ears, I ran down the street, shaking my head in denial, "It wasn't my fault!" I tried to justify myself, holding myself down and before I knew it, I ended up in Sleazoid. I tripped and fell on my knees, gasping for air to clear my vision and suppress the voice hurting my soul. breathing heavily I remembered my conversation with Ed and realized it's been a few days since I had that ring, the curse... it's affecting me now. "Then by the time Hays took the ring from Mrs Harley, she was already infected by it. Shit." I took out the ring and was about to throw it but did. "You want more of them to die?" I hit my head on the ground, hitting the ground, my hands were injured while I yelled, "It was not my fault! I had nothing to do with it! They were weak! They couldn't protect them!" I yelled and sat on my knees, covering my face with my hands. "Tell me... what's the point of this life?" "What's the point of this life?" I repeat her words, looking at my hand, devoid of emotions. I know it's immoral but at this point I was questioning my existence. "Being a weight on everyone, living under the weight of regrets and sorrows. A disdain for everyone... wouldn't it be better if a person as worthless as me dies...?" I asked myself, looking in the sky, "Yes... what's the point of this terrible life?" "Exactly, What's the point of this terrible life?" I whispered, utterly trapped under the spell of the curse as without thinking twice I got up, my heartbeats were thumping fast, I was not even trying to resist- maybe because I had no reason to live. What's the point of this life anyways? It would be better if I am off the world. For whom should I live? For whom this existence should survive, I am simply a contempt to everyone. My steps led me to the edge of the mountain, pitch darkness surrounding the area and a strange force strangled my body and forced it to go further and since I had already lost against life, I was about to jump but I heard the sound of twigs being cracked. The sound was unlike an animal lurking there. It was a step. Who could it be? I thought and turned- Only to see the doomed child with whom my destiny was about to connect eternally.
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