[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 86

Claire stretched out her trembling fingers towards Hill.There is still a faint smile on the man's face, he is just like what he has always shown, death has never brought him the slightest fear, it seems to him that it is just a stagnation of adventure, it seems that it is just an unconscious sleep .

And what about those left behind...?

Claire was dazed and at a loss, she felt that everything was like a nightmare, without any sense of reality, but deep down, there was hatred surging.This kind of hatred is too turbulent, it seems to be aimed at himself, and at the same time it seems to be aimed at Hill.

Why...he can make the decision for her so naturally?Does she need his rescue?She doesn't need his rescue!

The medical staff walked towards Claire, trying to help her leave, but Claire finally pushed her away.

Claire recalled belatedly that she seemed to have done the same thing once.

She thought of Jervis Teich.The man who had kidnapped her.At that time, did the self who died in Hill's arms bring him the same despair?

Claire doesn't even know how she got home, her time stops at this night, and then it seems like she can never get out.

Her nightmare finally changed.

The dark room that had troubled her no longer appeared, but the scene of killing Hill was repeated endlessly.Her fingers seemed to forever recall the feeling of pulling the trigger, the despair when she trembled and touched her pulse, and the coldness of his blood in her hands.

Hill, his selfishness, also unswervingly insisted on making Claire remember his life's decision before he died.He used the way of saving her to engrave deeper scars on her life and soul.

He wants him to imprison Claire's love forever after his death.

There will never be such a person who loves her like him in this life.See, he was even willing to give his life for Claire.

If he was still alive, he would definitely speak so proudly.

And yet... he died.

Claire opened her eyes, then closed them again.

No one in this city needs her.Her parents have separate lives, her friends disappear, and her brother is in prison for himself.

Claire stared at the roof, tired.

This tiredness has nothing to do with the body and has nothing to do with the mental state.She is just tired.No matter what.

The system popped up time and time again, declaring that it would help her change the past, as if fulfilling her wish would be consummation.However, is this really what Claire expected...?

Changing the past, even if she changed the human centipede case happened to her, what's the use of it except to veto her current self?Could it be that her heart will heal if there are no scars on her face?

Claire heard a knock on the door, and then closed her eyes indifferently.

And finally, the door was pried open, and in a brutal way.

Claire turned her head slightly, and saw a tall figure blocking the door. The light from behind him shone into the room through his shoulders, but it couldn't arouse his slightest touch.

She closed her eyes, and her heart, like her own, was sealed in darkness.

"It's me." A man's voice sounded, and Claire closed her eyes. This familiar yet unfamiliar voice belonged to Harris, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

If it was me in the past, I'm afraid he would be curious about his recent situation, and it would be related to his life, but now, Claire just wants to turn over and bury herself in the quilt.

And Harris obviously didn't care.Compared with others, he is probably the one who knows the most about Clare and Hill.This made Harris, who had been living an isolated life in a small town, come to her room out of concern for her friends.

He wanted to talk to Claire, but in the end he could only silently help her clean the room.

Ants were crawling around the broken pizza that fell on the floor, maggots had grown in the unfinished fast food box, clothes scattered in every corner of the room, and many cups that were smashed on the ground... She looked It's like letting yourself rot in your room.

Harris said to himself in the air: "I, once killed a person."

He turned his back to Claire: "I don't know who that person is, but I guess it should be a young girl."

"Before the knife actually went into her body, I thought I would feel relieved and excited, but when I actually killed her, I realized that was not what I wanted."

"This is the sad part of human beings. If you have not experienced something, you will never know what choice you really want to make when it happens."

"I settled in a small town 40 hours away from Quantico. The difference is, this time I'm not dependent on drugs."

"Then I discovered that controlling myself is actually not as difficult as I thought. Because I already knew that the pleasure of killing and abusing each other is not what I really want."

"I just want to be an ordinary person who has a lot of ordinary people's troubles."

Harris turned to look at Claire, his old friend curled up in the blanket with his back turned to him indifferently.He showed a wry smile: "Don't let yourself regret it, instead of rotting in the room, you should ask yourself, is this really what you want?"

In the end, they didn't have any conversation.Before Harris left, he made the room neat and clean again and took all the trash away.

He even made dinner for Claire.

After this day, Harris would come to Claire's room every day to monitor whether his friends had eaten on time and whether everything was going well.

Two months later, Claire finally didn't need him to enter the room by prying the door.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking pale and frail, she turned her head when Harris came in, pulled a grin at him, and said, "Hi."

"……Hi."

It looks like she's getting better step by step.

And Harris wouldn't know that Claire was actually just saying goodbye to him.

She remembered asking the system at night what it was.However, no definite answer was given.It just emphasizes in Claire's questioning over and over again that it can satisfy Claire's wish, protect the return to the past, and change the past.

"Is it possible to wish for anything?" Claire can even recall the trembling and fear when she asked this question, fearing that the result she would get would be different from what she desired.

But fortunately, although not all wishes can be realized, her wish can be.

Claire pulled herself together.

She began to say goodbye to her friends.

Steven made a girlfriend who was busy with his graduation thesis. After meeting, both of them felt a little strange and unfamiliar, but seeing that Steven was doing well, Claire was sincerely happy for him.

She went to meet her parents. Mrs. Vido has recently become obsessed with crepes. She even signed up for a dessert class. She likes to share the cakes and pies she bakes with her neighbors. She is the most popular in the community. people welcome people.

As soon as they met, she kissed Claire's face passionately.

"God, I am so surprised that you will come today, I am so happy!" Mrs. Vidor made no secret of her excitement and joy, and decided to cook a table of rich food, and in the process Claire and Mr. Vidor The command circles around.

Her happiness was palpable, and Claire couldn't help hugging her for so long that Mrs. Vidor felt uneasy.

"What's wrong with you baby? Do you miss me too?"

"Of course, I miss you very much." Claire rubbed her mother's shoulder, and then saw Mrs. Vido smiling from the corner of the eye: "Then you should come back..." She sighed: "You should come back to me."

Claire shook her head: "I'm afraid it won't work." She glanced at Mr. Vido who was busy taking the cake out of the oven, and couldn't help but look soft: "You know, we all need to have our own lives."

We all need to have our lives.

Then?Then before she could actually act, she sent a letter to Harris, Rhett, and Hannibal.

And no matter how they felt when they read the letter, this is no longer something they can care about.

Claire closed her eyes, and she called the system with a soft but firm voice.

She said, "Please... grant my wish."

When the light reappeared in front of Claire's eyes, she returned to the night she thought she would never have the chance to repeat.

Claire stood there listening for a while, and then she ran quickly, running hard towards the place where the incident happened, with the sound of footsteps tapping in the empty street.

As she ran, the wind passed through her hair and raised it behind her. The indescribable sense of urgency made her feel the long-lost tension and despair.

Faster... faster...!

"Boom!" The gunshot rang out.However, Claire's footsteps could not be stopped.She felt tears run down her face.

At the door of the messy old house, she saw "herself" soaked in blood being firmly locked in Hill's arms.

She heard Hill weeping and pleading.

"Please...survive..."

Then the sentence that seemed to be a curse was uttered out of my throat. What did I say at that time?Oh, she said: "I like your smile the most..."

Claire burst into tears.

She didn't even know she could run so fast.

Then?

When Hill's sharp blade tried to cut his cheek, his soul, his destiny, appeared behind him with tears.

His girl cried and laughed, and knocked the blade away in her hand in a fit of anger, without concealing her resentment and curse in her words.

She scolded: "Damn it, this time, I won't be late again!"

The author has something to say: Is the ending satisfactory?Did you guess?

Anyway, I'm quite satisfied (hehehe)