Last Letter to You

Prologues

The deep red sky decorated the sky canvas. Stretched wide, as if being angry at anyone who was in his shade. The rumbling sound shook part of the defense of anyone who heard it. The wind suddenly blew fiercely, the leaves that were originally still, moving, following the direction of exposure. Make the atmosphere of the highway in the middle of the night dim, more scary.

From the west, a beautiful woman wrapped in a red dress ran berserk with all her might. The thick liquid was red so vividly around his leg area. No longer caring about her clothes being torn on various sides, the makeup faded plus her feet were injured barefoot. He just kept running down the lonely road. As much as possible avoid chasing some men in suits who are currently still loyal to pursue him.

The roar of hunting breath accompanied by a small stuffing greeted the silence. Every now and then he grimaced slowly realizing how miserable his life was right now. Not just now, even 10 years ago.

His run slowly began to slow down, his chest rising and falling while breathing. Kinan looked back, the strapping men no longer followed in his footsteps. Kinan's weak body instantly fell on the pavement, a huge crossroads. He closed his eyes for a moment while enduring the pain of the wounds on his legs and on the corners of his lips.

The tears had escaped from her two beautiful eyes. The shadow of an incident where an arrogant man, a subscription to a famous club owned by Mr. Brown-her father, devious by putting sleeping pills into his drink and taking him to one of the hotel rooms. Fortunately, when Kinan regained consciousness, the arrogant man was in the bathroom, hastily escaping. But fatefully, the man first saw her and dumped her body on the bed, intending to rape her.

Kinan rebelled under the confinement of the arrogant man. No doubt the man forcibly torn the clothes he was wearing. Worse still, the sturdy hand slapped hard on his cheek until it bruised and the corner of his lips bled out, as a result of Kinan being unable to stay still.

Kinan's chance can be, when the tail of his eyes sees a glass vase on the nightstand right next to him. Slowly but surely his hand grabbed the thing and then hit it on the head of the ******* and Kinan was released from the cage and quickly left. And Kinan was very grateful that he had now survived. Kinan no longer knew what he would be if the man managed to touch him. Fortunately, God was kind to her.

"This much less trial is God," Kinan sobbed, "Why is my life this sad? Can't I live quietly without some high-pitched jerk around me? I'm tired of facing it. I'd rather die, God,"

Kinan's life is far from lucky. Approximately only one percent of Kinan's desire to continue living. The rest fell on the word 'dead'. He was no longer willing to enjoy the beauty of the world, because since the first world was dark.

"Why do I have to live when my parents leave me forever? Why don't you take my life too? Why God?!" kinan's tears were getting more and more urgent. The pain he felt was very painful. Moreover, his legs continued to bleed. The pain that Kinan felt was getting worse.

Kinan's giddiness held up, he chose to get up. There was no reason for Kinan to survive. Even his stepfather never thought it existed.

After all, what would life be like if the people around him were just using and hurting him. What's life for, if the only person she expects is far from her side.

Sometimes Kinan laughs at himself. Miris. Living years with a foster father without ever feeling affection. Not as a child, but as a stranger. In fact Kinan was made a waiter at a nightclub since he was 15 years old. He often gets harassment while he is at work.

After this, what bitterness will Kinan get?

Thats enough. Kinan did not want to think of the thing that made him in continuous pain. Trying to take a breath. Kinan's decision was already unanimous that tonight he would end his dark life. Then bare feet with dried blood, walking to the middle of the road as the truck from the right drove towards him.

The sound of the horn is sounded many times by the driver. Kinan. Kinan seemed to be paying attention to the ears. The truck lights clearly highlighted it blatantly. Kinan did not feel any glare at all. The big truck was getting closer, closer, and closer. Only three words did Kinan say in his heart before he actually left.

Good bye to the world.