Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 62 Tracy [Extra] Wonderland without Alice (4)

I shook my father's hand as if out of control, his hand was already stained with his blood.

"Father, can you open your eyes to see Xiao Te again?"

My tears fell like broken beads.

Nobody anymore.

Wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Said to me gently.

small special.

do not Cry.

Father, I am here.

I looked at the maker of this tragedy with scarlet eyes, her eyes were broken, and her eyes were very empty.

As if in some pain.

"It was you who killed father."

"You don't deserve to be my mother at all."

I looked at the so-called mother with extremely resentful eyes.

"No, I didn't. It was him. He wanted to deprive me of my freedom. He wanted to kill me, Xiaote."

"You don't deserve to call me Xiaote!"

I roared angrily, all the resentment and anger in my heart burst out at the moment she called me Xiaote.

A soundless silence ensued, and I then knelt by my father's side, wishing for a wish from which it was impossible to wake up.

I was small and stubborn back then.

I believe God will be moved by what I do.

But God has no mercy on me.

Let father wake up.

"Father, as you said, Xiao Te is a child favored by God, but why hasn't God woke you up yet?"

I kept shaking my father's hand, but found that his hand was getting colder and colder.

"Father must be very cold, right? Xiaote will blow your hands for you." I picked up my father's cold hand and began to breathe.

Nothing works.

I suddenly remembered that today is my birthday, yes, make a wish, just make a wish to let Dad wake up.

I wanted to stand up, but I found it difficult. I had been kneeling for so long that my legs were so numb that I lost the pain.

I stumbled towards the cake on the dining table, during which time I accidentally hit my head on the dining table and it hurt a lot.

I saw that the candle had melted on the cake, and the candle was all over the cake, and the pattern on the cake could not be seen clearly.

However, I could see my father making a chocolate brand with cream himself.

It says.

Xiao Te, happy seventh birthday.

I reached for the remaining candles on the dining table, but found I couldn't reach them.

I had to climb on a chair to get it.

My legs were paralyzed and I couldn't stand stably at all, and I might fall anytime and anywhere.

I struggled to climb up to look at the chair, managed to get the candle I wanted, and picked up the match with my father's blood-stained hands.

"squeak--"

There was a friction sound as the match slid, and I lit the candle tremblingly, and then carefully inserted it on the cake.

I suppressed the excitement in my heart, started to close my eyes, and heard everyone say that every wish would come true.

I meditate on that wish.

Let father wake up.

Let father wake up, okay?

I beg you.

I am chanting this wish silently.

This is the only hope I can pin.

Please.

Let father wake up, okay?
I opened my eyes, the candle light was warm, but it didn't warm my heart.

I gently blew out the candle, and the moment the candle went out, I looked at my father's position.

Father, did not wake up.

It was as if something had collapsed inside of me, making it hard for me to breathe.

Father.

died.

It was completely dead.

He couldn't wake up.

but me.

Nor are they God's favored children.

I will not be pitied by God.

I've always been a genius.

People who have nothing.

Even the last bit of fatherly love is taken away by this world.

An ugly cake covered in candles.

The white dress was stained with blood.

Strange blood flowers bloomed.

There is no birthday song sung.

No gift was given.

Only silent solitude remains.

Struggling in despair and grief.

This world has taken too many things away.

Who is the luckiest person?

The mother who had been in a state of madness all of a sudden stood up, and her eyes became clear again.

"Xiao Te, I'm sorry for you."

Her tone was sincere, but I didn't want to forgive her at all, she should apologize to her father, not me.

She doesn't love me herself, why would she kill her father.

Deprive others of their right to love me.

"Did you hear that? Father said, he loves us."

I laughed, laughing so far-fetched.

Look at it, mother.

Your father never blamed you until his death, nor did he want to deprive you of your right to freedom.

You killed him and deprived him of his right to live.

Mother, he loves you.

But me.

I can't wait to let you go to the [-]th floor of hell.

"Xiao Te, it's not safe here, we have to get out of here."

My mother directly grabbed my hand and walked outside while I was struggling to let go of her hand.

I'm so tired.

want to sleep.

I looked deeply at the dead body of my father lying there.

The corner of the mouth raised a strange arc.

"Father, Xiao Te, I will definitely avenge you."

I don't know if she heard it or not.

It doesn't matter if she hears it.

She killed me, which I felt was a relief.

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A seed of revenge was planted in Alice's heart

But what she wants most is the relief from death
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　Is ky getting more and more arrogant recently?

　　Also: what do I like, wise words for you?
　　I have a grumpy temper, I just want to say one thing: please ky explode boots on the spot
　　This is Jay Blind's place, not your home, and it's not a place where you can run wild

　　
　
(End of this chapter)