Pain.
Dizzy.
These were the two things that Chaira immediately felt after she opened her eyes and found herself back in her own room.
She sat down, her eyes silently sweeping over every piece of things inside the room she was in, her lips pursed as she finally confirmed something.
She died… again.
Yes. Again.
But instead of dying for the reason she was run over by a bus like what happened to her in her first life, she died from over studying for months, without balance diet, balanced sleep--basically, balanced lifestyle in her second life.
Now, being reborn for the third time, what will be the reason for her death when she decided to be just a lazy pig? The corner of her lip cocked up before it toned down when a harsh voice rang just outside of this dirty room.
"Hey! Why are you still inside?! Come out now!" Chaira frowned and hurriedly stood, keeping herself away from the dirtiness she discovered too late was surrounding her. Finally taking a good look at the layout of her bedroom except for the shining things placed carefully at the side, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
It's been a long time since she remembered that she once suffered a mistreatment at this age. It still felt quite novel and uncomfortable experiencing this the third time.
KNOCK!
Three times, the harsh knock continued to make a sound on her almost rusty door.
"You little bitch! You don't have a long memory, don't you? Don't try to do something funny or you will face our wrath! You ingrate bitch! Open the door now!" The knob kept twisting and twisting, but never opened because it was tightly locked.
Chaira does not have enough time to ponder over things if she should just clean this place first before she leaves the house when the harsh voice outside becomes even more harsher as the words spout out from that familiar mouth become even more filthier and unrestrained.
Her head slowly turned, sweeping her gaze over towards the door that was neither close nor far from her coldly, she went to open the door when the knocking and slapping sound intensified.
As the door opened too suddenly while the person outside was still heavily knocking, her aunt who acted like a shrew earlier, fell inside because of inertia, with Chaira, dodging at the side, indifferently lifting her eyes to stare at her aunt.
"Ugh" Aunt Lina grunted in pain as her face and full chest hit the dirty and dusty ground hard. When she was about to stand up and curse at Chaira like usual with her fierce eyes, she crouched down and silently stared straight into her eyes, with eyes that seemed to have the intention of something dark, Aunt Lina who was acting like a shrew earlier obviously deflated, leaning backwards as she warily looked at her.
"Aunt Lina… it's too early in the morning, why are you shouting? Are you in a public supermarket? Why are you acting like a shrew?" Chaira obviously asked a question one after another in a soft voice, just out of pure curiosity, but Aunt Lina who looked over at her eyes, backed in shock, lips trembling as she pointed at her with eyes shrinking in fear.
"You----"
"Lina?! Where is Chaira?!" Chaira's mother voice sounded loudly from the living room, that impatient voice really was so familiar that Chaira earlobes tingled in irritation.
Chaira's head tilted as she looked outside, just to see her 'mom' loudly tapping her heel on the stairs while she walked.
"So that's the reason why you are so noisy early in the morning," she only smiled at her aunt after knowing that it's really the person who gave birth to her, ordering this aunt of hers, who was willing to be a little slave to her sister.
Not caring about the aunt who was fourth only to mistreating her in the first life, she went outside, perfectly not hearing the erratic murmurs of her aunt.
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"Demon. It's a demon!" Aunt Lina did not even mind the dirty ground as she huddled in the corner, hugged her whole body, shivers running down to her spine when she remembered the darkness without any whiteness on her niece's eyes.
The gloomy cloud that hovered above her niece that also seemed to have eyes, staring at her coldly, making her unable to breath and feeling she was on the other end of her death.
"A demon…." erratic murmurs continued inside Chaira's dirty room as Chaira finally stepped into the stairs.
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Chaira's mother furrowed her brows just after seeing Chaira walking leisurely on the stairs, "Why are you so slow?! Did I give birth to a snail?! You really are a disgrace to this family!"
Looking down at her mom who was still six steps away from her, scolding her like she always did in her first life even if she did not do anything, Chaira quietly felt her heart. Unlike in Chaira's second life where she is still slightly affected after being given the chance to live and start over again, it seemed, her heart was already so numb she didn't even feel anything when her own biological mother stared at her with malicious eyes.
The familiar warmth and care that should be present in every mom's eye when looking at their child, were nowhere to be seen. Maybe that's the reason why she doesn't care about it anymore..
Chaira slowly took a deep breath, leaning her side on the handrails of the stairs, her eyes lowered.
"Maybe," Chaira talked back with a slight smile.
Chaira mother, who turned her back from Chaira and was about to go down to entertain the 'guest' again, stopped on her footsteps as she turned back, her eyes on fire while stepping closer towards her.
Chaira silently stared at her approaching closer, when her mother was about one step far away from her and left hand raised familiarly and about to fall, she whispered something as she stared straight into her mother's eyes, successfully making her freeze on her spot.
"Say mother… Will you really break a bone or two, if you were 'accidentally' pushed down from here…? Like what happened to me 'accidentally' when I was a kid?" Chaira's eyes flashed as the corner of her lips curled up, seeing the tremor inside those eyes that were always staring maliciously from the start since she regained consciousness as a kid.
It really makes Chaira question herself many times, is she really this woman's daughter? How come she was maliciously treated? As if she doesn't even deserve to receive some warmth and care from her own parents at all.
It did not take long for Chaira's mother to fully digest what she whispered, full of malicious intentions, when she took a deep breath, pointing at her with trembling fingers, anger visible in her eyes, "How dare you say that to me? I'm your mother….!" Her hand raised high again and was about to fall on Chaira's cheeks. She let it fall, not because she wanted to be slapped, but because…
"Mother-in-law, this seemed to be inappropriate to do to my future fiancée, right?" Michael asked with a playful smile while holding her mother's raised hand.
It's a pity though.
The playboy fiancée is here.
Chaira mother hurriedly changed her malicious expression and stared at Michael with all smiles.
"Right, right, forgive me, forgive me," she took her hand back as Michael released it without any burden.
Chaira silently looked at them and left quietly when her mother continued her conversation with the two-faced man. Arriving downstairs, seeing Michael parents sitting across from her father, she did not pay any attention to them and just went straight to the door.
"Where are you going?!" Chaira's father loudly roared just as she bypassed where they were.
Michael mom immediately chimed in, glaring at Chaira after she turned around to look back at them, "I never thought that the kid you raised is ill-mannered, what will happen to our precious son if he is really engaged with her?"
"Dead," Chaira simply stated, as her eyes rolled.
"You---!" Chaira cut Millie, Michael mother off before she was about to curse.
"I don't have any intention to marry your low product son who put his eggs everywhere, Ma'am. I'm hungry so I will be taking my leave now, bye!" waving her hands off at them, Chaira turned her back and left the house, never looking back even if she heard her father angrily roaring and was striding towards her direction with big steps but was stopped by Millie who seemed to want to negotiate on putting off the engagement of her precious son with her.
Chaira closed the door with a bang as she successfully went outside.
The fresh air outside instantly hit Chaira nose, but it made her shiver uncontrollably when she felt a burning gaze not far away from her. She frowned as she looked over at the man wearing a hoodie standing still, like a robot beside the post mailbox.
She stared at the man for quite some time, but he didn't even budge from her look nor look straight at her. But he sure does have a bloody red lip.
"...."
Chaira did not pay any heed of attention to the man anymore as she waved for a taxi.