(Lucy POV)
Late that night, I found myself curled up in a ball on my mind, paranoyingly glancing around the room. The shadows almost seemed to swirl into that goddamn demonic figure which continued to curse my life over and over again.
She was the reason my life went in this direction. She was the reason everything happened. She was the reason my life turned out like this. I was like the monkey king dancing in the palm of Buddha, unable to escape its set-in-stone destiny.
And as I slowly backed further and further into the depths of my bed, a long but cold sweat trickled down my forehead, and I found myself shivering with fear. I had never been so scared like this than when I first lost my mother.
It felt like nothing was in my control, and within only a matter of seconds, everything could be gone with just a snap of an omniscient being's fingers.
Ring ring… ring ring… ring ring…
