Chapter 8 8

Keep your distance from me!

I do not want to hear the same phrases over and over again because they did not help me sleep.

No one knows where I was or what happened to me, but my hands and feet were bound and I was blinded, and the surroundings were completely black. I had no idea what happened to me.

Silence is something that many people are afraid of. Many things might take place in the background without you being aware of what is happening.

"Can you tell me where I am? "Please let me go!" My cry was answered by him grabbing both of my cheeks hard and stuffing something into my mouth while filling my glass with water. I was unable to do anything other than sip from my lips.

"You're devoid of feeling!" I screamed and then stopped breathing all at once.

I couldn't feel any air in my body, as if I were trapped in a space with no access to fresh air.

until all of a sudden, I blew up and vanished into thin air.

"Blow!" I was so near to my chest that I could feel my body trembling and my body becoming chilly, as well as my breath catching in my throat.

It's just a terrible dream, after all...

"J-jorkie? "How about Julian?" Then they came up to me and took my hand in theirs. When Julian's palm touched mine, I felt heated.

You'd been sleeping for two days. We're concerned about your well-being. Because you had a scar on your leg, we kept an eye out for you when you didn't answer the phone. That's when we finally got there. You were suffocating from the fever, and suddenly you passed out. "You've been sleeping for two days," Jurkie observed. She rubbed her hands along my neck and felt my heat. Then she placed the soup in front of me on a serving tray.

Julian wrapped his arms around me and handed me my phone, which was full of missed calls and text messages.

They were preoccupied with putting away what I had eaten, and a fresh message had just arrived.

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Get well, and I'll see you later...

Then I covered the bottom of my duvet with a blanket to keep the phone from dying. I'm not going to do it. I'm fed up with her putting me down.

Blulew? "Do you think you're okay?" He came up to me while he massaged my hair, and I wrapped my arms around him securely.

It's just not possible for me anymore.

"j-jors, narape ako," says the narrator. I mumbled, then tightly closed my eyes as my tears continued to flow over the blanket and the coldness of my palm grew even colder in the chilly air surrounding me.

"H-ha? "What exactly do you mean by blew?" Then he looked at me with a serious expression on his face, as if he was not joking.

I was raped a number of times. That means that the cut on my thigh was not an accident, but rather that he stabbed me in order to intimidate me. I'm not going to do it. I don't recognize myself any longer. I'm hoping you can assist me," I sobbed as he held me and softly stroked my hair as he calmed me and caused me to sob.

I'll provide a hand with the blowing. Isn't it true that I'm your friend? I'll get in touch with your uncle later. I'll track down your relatives as well. We'll seek for them because they've vanished without a trace. Then there's the one who insulted you. He'll spend the rest of his life in prison. He will be held accountable for the crime that he perpetrated on you. "I make a pledge to you." After that, I closed my eyes and felt his warm embrace wrap around me. jorkie, who is similar to my older brother,

I had no idea what would have happened to me if they hadn't been in my life.

Do you have any idea who I am? "What do you mean, Namukaan?" He inquired, then pulled away from holding me, then touched my face and caused me to grin. I was surprised.

"This place has a serial murderer on the loose, s-he claimed so," I stumbled over my words. My eyes welled up with tears once again, and my chest grew heavy.

It was then that I stopped sobbing and looked into his eyes. "Sh*t blew, your life is in jeopardy," I wailed, shaking my head, then stopped and looked into his eyes.

He seems to have shifted my perception of him in some manner. Then he came up to me and hugged me. It was only now that I felt safe in his arms once more.

"Sorry, jerks, but I'm going home." The moment Julian entered my room and looked at us, he said, "You guys!" Julian was taken aback. "Has there been any progress in the romance?" This was uttered with a chuckle, and I observed that his eyes were suffering and longing for something.

I'll bring you here first, so please bear with me. I'm going to sleep. I'll keep an eye on things. It seemed as if a thorn had yanked me out of the place where Jorks had stated he would spend the night. He was intimidating, yet I couldn't help but be terrified of him.

Maybe he'll come up here and do something bad to us later.

However, it does not appear that this would be the case because he only showed up when he did not have a victim, and if he only showed up when I was alone, how did he know I was sick?

I'll merely drop Julian off at the subdivision's entrance gate and then I'll be back in a flash. Then he kissed me on the forehead, which caused my hair to become tangled. Then he sat me down and told me that I needed to rest so that I could restore my strength the next day.

My sketch pad and colored pencils were in my bedside cabinet as soon as they were released, and I immediately began drawing with them. This time, it's ganito who's missing.

My life is quite tranquil. I can't be pleased unless I have serenity around me and can hear my brother's sounds when he wants to do anything or caress me while sketching.

They are Mama and Papa, and they are the ones that come to greet me in the morning. With a smile on our faces, we are in this together.

When I observed the drawings on the sketch pad, I burst into tears again, recalling the situation where I first discovered them on the table, smiling at me as I was about to leave.

When they smiled, I recalled their form in my memory and laid down while holding my sketch pad. My head instantly hurt as my tears continued to flow, but we had no intention of stopping, especially when they smiled, I remembered their figure in my mind and laid down while hugging the sketch pad."

Jordan was heading back to blew's home when he sensed a motor following him and following him everywhere he went. He became frightened when the motor stopped in a dark corner of the parking lot and he spotted someone staring at him from the other side.

It did not take him directly to the home, but rather to another corner, where he attempted to flee with a chilly thing that struck him in the neck of the net, knocking him to the ground and blurring his vision.

"W-who are you?" he inquired, clutching his neck and mirroring the guy in front of him. "Don't you ever meddle," he threatened, a deep and passionate threat neto then jorkie chuckled, despite the fact that it was extremely difficult for him to do so.

"You shameless jerk, I'll make sure I track down blown's family, and you'll suffer in prison until you're brought to justice for the blasphemy you committed against blew!" In response, the man in front of him gave him a neto yell and a kick to the neck.

Seeing him sit in front of him, serious expression on his face, he had the impression that something was broken in his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"I will never allow the truth to be revealed." Recall that, so long as I live, I will bury it in oblivion, even if it is buried beside me in my grave. Just don't let the truth out; you don't know what's going on, so don't let the storm out of the closet that you shouldn't even be allowed to enter. As the motor passed him over and over again, the guy in front of him became increasingly visible, and the sound of the machine resonated throughout the room. In an instant, he was passed by the motor on an endless loop, and his bones were gradually fractured as the motor passed by.

The guy waited until he was entirely deprived of the passage of the net, then he departed and left the corpse wherever it was, whispering, "I will not let them know the truth." Then he fled, leaving the corpse there.

During the night, I woke up because the sunlight was so straight and dazzling that I forgot to tear my curtain again. The next morning, I woke up lazily and went to the bathroom to take a shower, which helped me to feel more comfortable in my own home. I could move around the house without feeling dizzy.

I went down and was welcomed with quiet, which reminded me of jorkie. I was shocked and remembered to contact him, just in case I wasn't sure if my phone that I threw away yesterday would still function, it opened and operated well, I phoned his number and it took 4 rings before responding "Jorks, where have you gone?" "I was under the impression you could sleep here, but you didn't?" I inquired, and all I heard was a sob juls ba'to?

The b-blown w-jorkie is gone, he's been hit in the corner and run over several times, he's gone blew! "He's no longer here!" Eventually, I let go of my grasp and sat on the floor while running after my pangiha, which is why I closed my eyes, shivering while clutching the phone. Juls is still waiting in line, clutching jorkie's phone in his hands.

"n-where are you going, I'm going-" "no! I'm not going anywhere!" The fact that jorkie died is entirely your responsibility! Were it not for the fact that he returned to your home, he would still be alive today! It is entirely your responsibility! You honestly don't give a damn! That's a lot of responsibility to bear, Kapa! "You're the only one who died," says the narrator.

Is Julian's claim true in all aspects?

I laid down on the floor, wondering if I was going to die since my head was hurting so severely.