Santri Famiglia's

Trapped by Illusion

Running and running, Sanubari limped into the darkness without a lamp. Scream after scream so heartbreakingly painful to the ears.

Blood flowed from both ear holes. Sanubari tightly covers the earlobe with both palms. He no longer wanted to hear those voices.

"Sanu ...." The call struck, so heartbreaking, so stifling, that Sanubari was gripped with anxiety.

"Sanu ...." Foreign voices kept shouting at him.

Once enough, he turned his head, and did not want to repeat it. The pale faces looked coldly at him. They are like ghosts chasing him. In fact, he had already managed to get rid of his fear of the darkness and ghosts a moment ago.

For some reason, the fear returned after he was trapped in the endless darkness. Sanubari kept shouting for help, but no one came.

Breathing gasps. His body was heavy, as if tens of kilograms of steel clothes were attached to him. Until finally, he bumped into something and lapsed.

How many times he blinked his eyes, Sanubari did not know what was blocking his path. Everything's dark. Suddenly, his right arm felt very sore. He checked.

His eyes widened instantly when he found a thirty-centimeter razor through his bones. Roughly, he pulled out the razor, then threw it recklessly.

His clangs reverberated over and over, making Sanubari's ears buzzing uncomfortably. Blood continued to flow, even though Sanubari had pressed down with his own hands.

The red liquid seemed to have its own source of light. Sanubari can see it. The liquid continued to drip, creating a splashing sound, like a water droplet dripping into a puddle.

However, Sanubari could find nothing, except darkness and himself while looking down. Everything looks like surrealism

His body shook, as if something invisible was grabbing him. Sanubari. He thrashed, lunging at whatever was blocking him.

However, when he managed to step forward, his head hit something. His feet also stumbled. Sanubari was rolling.

"Bronghom ...." His tone sounded weak, no louder than a whisper.

He's like coming back to being a little boy looking for his mother. His hobby of darkness suddenly came back just like that.

Sanubari tried to get up. I don't know since when, the barrel of a pistol of a caliber as big as a head was directed at him. Suddenly, Sanubari screamed.

"Yeah!"

Wherever he tickled, the bullet followed him in silence. Very quiet. In fact, the Voice of Sanubari itself vanished. He tried to speak, but no sound was heard.

Not just once or twice he tried. Result, nil. He seemed to be in a mute world where sound became a forbidden form.

A few moments passed. The voices filled the silence again. The sound demanding an explanation that makes the feathers of Sanubari upright bristling echo.

"Why did you run, Sanu?"

Asked like that, Sanubari did not know the reason. His courage evaporated out of nowhere. Those figures looked hideous in his eyes. Until the fear that controlled his nervous system turned him into a coward.

"Why?" Other voices connect without any pause.

Sanubari wanted to shout, telling the voices to be silent. However, the silent curse still seems to apply to him.

"Why, Sanu?" Again, another voice spoke.

Sanubari could only shake. The voices really annoyed him.

"Why are you running away from responsibility?"

That question, Sanubari wanted to deny it. However, his mouth was tightly locked. The organs of his speech aide were as though. He had trouble moving it.

"You can never hide from the world."

However, their words pierced his inner self. His heart wondered if he was really running away from reality.

"You forgot about me?" The figure of the boy with bloody eyes suddenly stood before him, making Sanubari aghast and turn.

"Give me your eyes!" The figure remained in front of Sanubari. He's like drifting backwards.

"You forgot about me?" The figure of an adult man with a bloody chest appeared behind the boy, Sanubari grew wide.

"You forgot about me? Another adult appeared.

Together they said, "Your sins are unforgivable."

"Aragh!" Sanubari screamed loudly. Finally, his voice came back out.

Those suggestions filled his head, making his emotions bubble. Sanubari had no power to hold him.

The giant bullet hits Sanubari's head, explodes, and destroys it. Hence, Sanubari fell. The sounds were heard again.

Adrenaline Sanubari raced wild. When he fumbled over the top, the head was still intact. Nevertheless, his heart still beats not because of.

"Any," Sanubari thought. He was still alive after the head explosion. The head that should have been splattered was complete without a drop of blood. Ears, nose, eyes, lips—all still in place.

A hint of relief was thinly drawn on his lips. Honey, rest is not allowed for him yet. Next, a loud noise was very loud. The rain of bullets came out of nowhere. Smaller bullets struck his body, making his whole body ache. Once again, Sanubari got up and ran, continuing to run in no direction. His steps were fluttering, enduring the stinging torment that stoned his body.

"Come with me, Sanu!" The sinister voice whispered coldly into his ear, as cold as a palm that suddenly gripped Sanubari's leg and arm.

"Let go! Unhand me! I don't want to!" Sanubari clamoring, rebelling.

However, the hands grew more and more, creeping over Sanubari's body, until he fell again. No matter how hard he tried to break free, those hands were unwilling to let go.

"You killed me, then kill yourself!" As the voice rang out, Sanubari's hands were raised upwards by hands outstretched from the darkness.

He lay on his back. A forty-five centimeter sword was thrown at him. Those hands forced Sanubari's hand to move low.

As strong as his energy, Sanubari held him back, until cold sweat poured down from all his pores. His head moved stiffly to the left and to the right.

"No! I don't want to! Help me!" Sanubari.

He's jerking his legs. But the hands remain attached to it.

The darkness above him turned into sharp iron stalactites the size of a crowbar. The base is fragile. Sanubari's heart rippled in horror. She cried blood.

Hands bowed Sanubari's noisy mouth. Once again, a strange thing appeared out of nothing. It looked like a glass ball, hovering, continuing to rise until it touched the tip of the stalactite taper. Instantly, a glass ball broke out.

The fragments pierced Sanubari's flesh. Neither did his hands hold the sword. The sharp blade breaks down Sanubari's intestines.

The pain he felt was unspeakable. Stalactites fall off, nailing Sanubari's body in place.

The meat is now full of glass and iron. Blood pooling. The body was blown away without being able to stand.

The darkness narrowed him. His breathing is getting crowded. Sanubari felt like she was locked up in a box with no ventilation. No oxygen could fill his lungs.

Sanubari energy is weakening. The cold snuck deeper, all the way to his bones. He shivered of loneliness in pain.

Time goes on, and so does Sanubari's suffering. Suffering increases from second to second. His head was hit by something. It was pulsing very hard.

Sanubari had no idea how he could end up like this. Sanubari doesn't know when this started. He just wants this to be over soon. It ends now and forever.