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Our Latitude - Part 29 Latitude

Section 29 Latitude

Latitude, Controller.

I woke up with a very heavy head. Still on the couch, I rolled. I looked for a cell phone and found it in a pants pocket. I have to call Mama to pick her up. This is not my life. I'm just a crumb of Papa's past that doesn't have to interfere with his happiness. In the raging mind, if I follow Mer's words, un-tuk convey this feeling to Papa, Papa's life will definitely be disturbed. That's definitely not a good solution.

However, on the other hand, I restrained the decision to call Mama. Under these circumstances, I cannot hide my feelings. If I look sad when I'm with Papa, Ma-ma must have gone berserk. He must have accused Papa of hurting me. It would hurt them both. So, how should I go?I hugged myself and cried. To not hurt everyone, does that mean I have to hurt myself? If I were no longer in this world, all the problems would be solved, right? I-so, right?

What I told. You always didn't believe me, Lin-tang. What I told. If you make this decision as well as before, you won't have to feel any more confusion.

A voice in my head was buzzing. The overwhelming dizziness whack the head. My brain fights like it's twisted.

The insolent! He cannot be present. Why is he coming? Nope! Nay! Nay! I got up from the couch in a panic. The drawer near the kitchen was my goal. There I keep the drugs. However, squeezing me into a drawer that I thought was only about five to six steps away, was not easy. Problem is, every foot of this touches the floor, my head is all over the spear. It hurts!

Finally, I managed to get to the drawer as well. Ordinary, so easy to pull this drawer, but now it feels like sliding a rock the size of a mountain. Ma-na this cottage is like going around in circles. Very severe combination.

I took a breath with all my strength. I took a breath to gather energy again. Biologically, breathing may not be able to turn into energy. Carbohydrate, glucose, or anything like that can. I don't know, my lesson values are all low. The one I know best, if your mind thinks it can, all can! I'm the one who's proven that.The drawer has been seen. Of course the contents are bo-toll-bottle labeled, containing colorful pills, my medicine. There is no such thing, I am not alive. Next to him I saw a kitchen knife. The knife was very shiny. Meli-hatnya, kok arise a kind of strange passion.

Headache, damn it! I know that headache is shit-an, latitude. Will you put an end to this suffering by thrusting the knife all into your head? I assure you, you will never feel pain again. The pain is shit, Lin. Goddamn shit! That voice was chanting again in my head. It sounds far away, but I can hear it clearly.

“Syliaaa! Go you, motherfucker!” screech me while ruffling the contents of the drawer.

I read quickly to find Lora-zepam. Where's dia? Where's dia? I'm ruffling all-mua. Honey, the writing on the bottle's body looks blurry. I can't read it. The more I clenched my eyes to the writing, the more my head crumbled. I opened a bottle and found a blue pill. Although this pain almost made me die, I can still remember Lorazepam was not blue, but white. I put the bottle down again. Alpa butterfly tar lid, until my original movement made it spill apart.As a result, I panic more. I began to wail. Sylia's getting noisier.

Take the knife faster the process, Lintang!

I decided to continue opening one bottle at a time and ignored Sylia's increasingly seductive persuasion. I screamed. That means Sylia's voice will no longer be heard.

“Silence. Diaaam!”

Now, everything is really scrambled, until some medicine I spill and mix with each other. Ah, si-alan! He's emergency medicine. I didn't put it in the drawer. I always take him everywhere. Remember I just told you that I slipped it in my guitar case! Goddammit! I have to go back to the couch. However, when I turned around, on the sofa I saw Majoru.

Body vibrates. I could feel my temperature dropping dramatically. My feet are cold, frozen. My hand. In fact, it looks like my brain is wringing. Majoru didn't let me go the other way. My eyes were forced to look at his face. She smiled wide—too wide, until both ends of her lips almost touched her ears.

The corner of the eye without the pupil went up. She's so scary.Let me come, Latitude. I can talk to Majoru. He could be a friend. He's our friend. Just like me. I was a friend.

Nope! Nay! I won't let Sy-Lia come again. In a swift and kusa-free movement of, Majoru shifted in front of me. He stuck out his long hoofed hand to strangle me. In-gin his hand was like a knife slashing my neck.

“Kekhkh!” My voice was stuck in the esophagus.

Ah, Latitude. I think Majoru can help you escape all your confusion. Just let him strangle you to death.

Sylia's voice echoed. That kid? His voice is getting brighter! What her? No, it's impossible. Gaaak! Still without looking, I continue my struggle to reach the knife, while not stopping to focus my mind to call Felixia.Felixia useless it can you remove, paw pa I do not? It won't be effective if demit comes, Felixia comes out. It's been proven, isn't it? The more you want your life, the latitude. Just me. I can handle Majoru.

I can feel the cold knife. So, I shifted my hand down a little bit to reach the handle. Got it! I got two things at the same time. Ma, the knife I held. Two, a pemi-kiran. What if Majoru is just my imagination? What if I prove it now? I closed my eyes with great difficulty because Mayoru seemed to control everything. After I was forced hard enough, my eyes finally closed. I-I'm moving my mind back.

Majoru, whoever you are, you are not. You are only formed from my imagination. Now. I command you to disappear. And, never come back.

I opened my eyes. Majoru is still in front of my eyes. He was even tighter clutching my neck. Meanwhile, Sylia scolded and persuaded me to just give up. According to him, it is better to die and live in confusion. Nope! Even if I have to die, it's because of my own wishes. Not because of Sylia.

My breath was suffocating because of the suffocation. However, I still have the spirit of resistance. I can't lose!DIAMAAM! MAJORU, YOU DON'T EXIST! YOU DON'T EXIST! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO!

I screamed, but my screams didn't come out. My screams echoed in my cranium.

FELIXIA! again my screams in my mind.

In that second, I managed to raise the hand that was grasping the knife in front of my body. In conditions as close as this to Mayoru, I'm sure the tip of the knife must have hit his body. However, he flinched.

I know Majoru played me. He could have tightened the chuck again as powerful as his ne-gatif, so that I would die sooner. However, he twirled his cold fingers around my neck, with the same continuous force. Just makes me breathless. He probably wants me to die slowly. Dead from the mix saw the horror of his ugly face and ran out of air.

I stabbed a knife into his body. Lo- los all. I just poked the air.

FELIXIA!

He's not here, you idiot. You've cheated him out of here.

Ignore Sylia.

FELIXIA!“Oh, minako-chan! My baby,” murmured Majoru and smiled eerily.

His nails are now clutching my neck. I think this time he was serious. He seriously wanted to kill and take me to his world. I glared, as I was in excruciating pain.

Is this the end of my life?

FEL....