Chapter 2-Am I better off dead?
The following evening Jon and I had a fight again. Jon scolded me for reading his Lord of the rings and tortured me physically. Wild out of rage, I too pushed him into the wall hard. All of the house members came running. Aunt Fiona, his mother, almost squeezed my ear.
'How dare you do such things to him! He's bigger than you, isn't he?'
I replied nothing.
'We'll lock you inside the Red Room,' ordered Aunt Fiona.
'Yes,' agreed Jon.
'N-n-n-no,' I replied.
'You have to,' said Aunt Fiona.
Without saying anything further, Aunt Fiona dragged me into the Red Room.
As I stood near the door of the attic, I fell into aunt's feet and pleaded, 'Please Aunt, don't! Aunt, have mercy, have mercy!'
But, the merciless Aunt Fiona dragged me inside the Red Room and shut the door from outside and locked it.
I felt like my world had come to an end.
I fell onto the floor and cried bitterly.
'God, why was here in this house full of devils?' I thought.
Then I closed my eyes….
…until I was awaken by a cold wind from the ventilators.
I sat with my arms hugging my knees. There was nothing in the room except a small table. It was such a spooky room because Uncle died here. No one had ever entered it after he died.
So, I was so afraid that uncle's ghost might come and haunt me.
Suddenly, there was a sound. The wind blew faster. Faster. Faster.
I screamed aloud.
The door flew open.
'What the hell!' Aunt Fiona was standing there.
'Aunt, have mercy!' I fell into her feet.
Aunt just came back and said, 'You'll stay here for another two hours. Now, go inside.'
'Aunt! Aunt!' I shouted as she closed the door and locked it.
I sat there, on the ground, and cursed my life. It would be good if I was with my parents dead.
There was a strange light. A bad sign!
And I fainted.