THRONE Series 1 "HOPE" Fall To Jail

14 - GERALD

Forget for a moment about complicated cases and uncertain plot, let's read the sad life story of the main character in this story.

Gerald.

At 05:08.

january 24th, 2018

A cold morning, with smoke billowing like a gust of wind in the desert. In a warm room, a room that used to be unfit for use.

He was still lying on the bed, but the place he was in was not the room before him. He's already in his house, the barn.

There was someone beside him, and he sat back to Gerald. The man was a male, with glasses wearing a white coat with blue shirts, beside him were composed of sharp objects and sparkles of needles that everyone feared especially children. He grinned looking at the book in front of him, the glasses appeared to glow white covering his eyes, then the man stood approaching Gerald carrying . . . Syringe, Doctor.

"The injury is quite severe, he is lucky to be alive" he said, injecting red liquid into an infusion tube.

"He woke up 5 hours ago, and fainted 10 minutes later, so why is this kid so desperate?" The doctor sat back down.

Before long she heard a soft voice from Gerald's mouth, a heart-wrenching ringing sound. The doctor immediately approached him again and asked him a few things, to ensure the condition of his body.

"How do you feel?"

Gerald could not hear the doctor's words clearly, his ears buzzing.

"Can you see me?"

Still no response, the doctor picked up the syringe again. Gerald tried his best to gather his consciousness that had not been able to fuse with his life, more.

"Maybe you haven't fully recovered, because there are some of your five senses that can't function normally" the doctor said while injecting a needle in Gerald's arm, after that he placed the weak Gerald and placed a small table in front of him, a bowl of porridge and white ai he put on it. "Try to eat, your body needs real intake" he said as he sat back on the bench next to Gerald, watching his patients' movements carefully.

Gerald was still in a daze, his gaze still blurry at a glance he saw the porridge in front of him but his hands were very difficult in movement.

"Where am I?" He wanted to know a place that was still blurry from this view, ignoring the food in front of him.

"You're at home, the barn, there's someone telling you that you have a fever, so Ziri takes you, when you get there you're in a state of fainting" replied the Doctor. Gerald could hear it clearly, but his head was beginning to show signs of functional instability, dizziness.

He held his head and patted lightly, his face clearly feeling uneasy. "That's the effect of the drug, if you force to eat, then such a condition will soon disappear" Hearing the explanation of the Doctor who is not in the know, he said, he heavily ate the porridge with energy.

"I want to ask you something" Gerald said as he bribed food into his mouth with a slightly trembling hand.

The doctor responded with a slow nod.

"Of course, what is it?"

Gerald looked at him, looking at the doctor's face clearly.

Silent for a moment.

Then the Doctor laughed amusedly, he sighed lightly and made a cynical expression.

"Mister Erlo's color, perhaps?" Gerald was stunned, the doctor laughed at Gerald's serious reaction "Joking, I know, I'm just a doctor who is a subscription to Ziri, so can not answer your question"

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1 hour passed, Gerald was able to stand up straight. The doctor who treated him said goodbye to him after giving the medicine. Strange smile from the doctor's lips on Gerald, he did not want to make his head as big as a young coconut was dizzy again.

Inside that warehouse, he was walking around without direction, he saw that the entire room had completely changed. It made him even more clueless about the meaning of all this, his question could not be answered by the doctor or he could not give an answer because of something? Gerald realized all that from the way he spoke, in the room that became his home so far there was only 1 closet. The cupboard he often used to store useless items, he approached the closet and opened it. Smiling from her lips beautifully, she saw her shabby clothes and pants and her dirty jacket hanging neatly.

"They don't break promises"

He picked up those worn jeans and raked through every pocket, his face turning frantic.

"Where is the paper? I think over here" I don't know what Gerald's looking for, it's really important to him. "Damn!!" His deck.

"My book, I hope it's still there" she was hopeful after losing something in her pants pocket. The dirty jacket was picked up slowly and then checked all his pockets. He breathed a sigh after finding that his personal book was still there, that smile was again visible, a smile that he rarely seemed.

He walked up and sat down with a wail, his eyes focused on the book, his smile still not fading. He eagerly opened the white sheet with a black leech reading each page and stopped at a new page containing short writing.

"What'sthis? I don't think I wrote anything after the murder" he murmured.

He read carefully the short writing in that blue ink.

"Find a worn-out Wooden Chair, try to catch me, trash"

Gerald fell silent after reading it, his eyes turning soft. He sighed heavily and it was clear he was holding back his anger.

"I'm in the corner by him, just look, I'll catch you even if I have to kill you"

Actually, Gerald is too good a child, even though he looks cold can not be ignored if he also cares for others. He looks a lot of burden on his shoulders, because of that burden he was subjected to ZIRI's unilateral punishment. Gerald is also like most teenagers who want to go to school, so he often visited the elite school closest to his place. No matter how painful his life was, he seemed to be strong and had strong principles, no matter what, perhaps the answer was in the little book he always carried.

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Certainty cannot be obtained by trust, but you must obtain it by your own hands.

Gerald.