killer game

The sun shines down.

She stared blankly.The sun fell on him.The sun was everywhere in the field of vision, and the light almost hurt her eyes.

But she only felt cold.

There is no way to hide from the cold.

Mathilda sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her head bowed, trying to force herself not to think about anything, but it seemed very difficult.Downstairs there was the sound of cars and people coming and going, the drum beats from the old-fashioned radio made her eardrums ache, and there was the sound of car horns in the distance... The world outside the window seemed to be distorted The arc of the sky enveloped the sky and the earth like a huge black hole, and she was so cold that she shivered.

Her name is Mathilda.Yes, she is Mathilda.

Mathilda!

She has the name in her memory!

The biological father Charley who is an informant of the police anti-narcotics team but also a drug dealer, the stepmother Margie who works as a stripper, the half-blood and vulgar sister Catherine, and the innocent and lovely brother Colin who is only four years old... Her name is Mathilda.Her name was Mathilda - and if she didn't understand what that meant at first, then after being Mathilda for several years, before the memory of not being of this world had completely faded from her mind - she finally remembered it. Everything stands for something.

Killer movie!That movie about a killer! Mathilda is the heroine in the movie!After a lapse of time, she has long forgotten the name of the movie, the faces of any characters, the plot of any scene, the beginning and the ending!She still remembered, just because it was the last movie she saw before she died!

She obviously shouldn't remember it.The proportion of a movie in her life is really insignificant...but she still remembers it!Perhaps it is... In the increasingly barren memory, the few clear pictures of the movie are already a luxury.

There are still some pictures in her head.On the day before the end of her last life, in the park that was empty except for her in the cold midnight, she sat there and cried until dawn.She has completed her most genius masterpiece, and the value of her life has reached its limit. If she survives, she will pose a threat to those people. More importantly, the person who gave her everything will never be ready to let her live again .

Life is a big gamble, she deceived herself to the end, and had to admit with tears that fate had won.

In the end, she chose to die by her own hands.

Perhaps in this way, a little pity can be exchanged for those people, so that her body will finally have a small grave, instead of being cruelly thrown into the sea to be eaten by fish, or slowly rotting in an underground water channel.

The only thing she can remember right now is this damn movie!She forgot everything except the fact that it was a movie.But for her to admit that she's just a character in a movie—that she's just living in a movie—how the hell is that possible? !

Her heart was beating really, she was really breathing the air of this world, she felt pain when she was beaten, she could get a little warmth when she hugged her brother, even after she had a whole night of nightmares, the bruise on her forehead The cold sweat looks so real!

But she was still afraid.

She couldn't imagine that her life was limited to a movie script, and she couldn't imagine what her world would be like when the inescapable things hadn't happened or had ended!

Maybe it's... blank?

There are many kinds of unknowns.If she didn't know anything, if she was just an ordinary little girl, she wouldn't be afraid of the uncertain future at all!And it was precisely because she saw the trace of fate that she was so panicked that she couldn't relax no matter what.

This is the killer's world.So what is everything but the killer?She is one of the main characters in the movie.Whether she wants to or not, she must be involved in the plot of the movie until the end.One day a killer will appear in her life.At some point, everything she has now will crumble.Then she will have nothing.

Mathilda's lips quivered, fear swimming in the bone marrow, flowing to the internal organs with the blood.It was a strong dull pain, so painful that such a body could not bear it at all.

This isn't her first 12.

She couldn't remember much about her previous life.Every day I live in this world, that memory fades away.She didn't understand why she insisted on keeping those dark and musty memories, but she couldn't keep too many until she realized it.Maybe... that was her life too, no matter how unbearable and ugly it was, it was everything that once belonged to her.

Mathilda used to write down those things word by word with a pen, but the paper disappeared in various ways.She recorded the memory as sound, but each time a strange force forced her to destroy it herself.She is afraid.This strange world was preventing her from doing those things.She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she was still too scared to add anything.

Apart from the abilities she had depended on, the gifts she had brought directly into this body, she could now only recall vague fragments now and then.The dark battles in the orphanage, each other seems to be tortured with deep hatred, it is an unimaginably dirty and lowly place... The violence and death she witnessed again and again, she murmured and recited the "Bible" over and over again , covered with bruises, she wandered alone on the street, her innate familiarity and talent for the world of 0 and 1, she sold her soul to work for the devil, she kept calculating others in exchange for the right to live... and then , it's all over.

She killed herself.

People who commit suicide can only go to hell.At that time, trembling and desperate, she stabbed her chest with a knife—she wanted to see what color the blood would be from her heart, she watched her blood flow out, and she held her heart Waiting for death to take her away.Then she opened her eyes and came to this world.

She was ecstatic and full of expectations, but just as she once believed that angels would come to save her last disillusioned fantasy, the reality crushed all her hopes.She still doesn't have a warm home, she still doesn't have someone who loves her, she still doesn't...get love.

If living again means starting over, why is it so hard to live?If suffering is hard work that must be paid for, why...is she the only one who can't get relief?As soon as I close my eyes in the dark, there will be nightmares one after another. Those broken and fragmented pictures that are not clear at all, never let go of the pleasure of tormenting her.She didn't even know why she was living in this world, or where she was going.

She is afraid.

She is always in fear of everything that is about to happen to her.

Mathilda clasped one hand tightly to the other, terrified that such twitching hands would do bloodthirsty things she didn't want to see.She felt herself becoming weak.Maybe it's because she doesn't have to pursue the living environment so hard that she started to take it lightly, maybe it's the new encounter that made her dull, maybe it's because the body itself is easy to cry... Maybe it's because she wasn't her in the first place.

She touched her chest.There used to be a cold and hard heart there.Now it is beating so vividly, it has not yet despaired.

So her trembling fingers kept peeling off one piece of candy wrapper after another, and she mechanically stuffed it into her mouth. This bitter sweetness made her feel alive, and she loved this taste like an addiction.And the blood flowed with a trembling frequency, just like the candy she picked up for the first time in a bloody corpse a long time ago, that kind of sweetness mixed with the smell of iron, after only one taste, it was branded into the soul blood, Never forget again.

Mathilda closed her eyes, and when she opened them again there was a void.

... She had learned long, long ago that crying wasn't going to solve the problem at all.

But tears hit the ground.