1 Chapter 1

It's a hot summer day.

The birds are singing outside the window and jumping in the yard merrily.

Why are they so damn loud!

Why here? Why outside my window?

I only have a tiny window peeping out of the basement.

It's literally the most hidden spot of a window you can find in the whole neighborhood, and even in the whole city.

The birds outside my window always sing extra passionately, like they are afraid I won't be able to hear them.

Well, mother said we should be friendly to animals, and I am always listen to my mother and be a good boy.

Thus, I give a friendly grin to the loud singing birds outside my window, let's all be friendly neighbors. Good. problem solved.

*

But no. They start singing even louder.

I guess my friendliness makes them delude themselves into thinking I "like" their music.

These bunch of bastards.

I have taken down their nest for three times this year. And now they are back again.

Seeing this, hearing this. I can't help to finally explode in rage. My peaceful expression, my virtue signaling grin, has turn into the most horrible fit of rage.

Putting down my game controller.

I stretch my arms above my head to grab an empty beer bottle from table beside my bed.

It's the most intense stretching I have done in a week.

And jumping on my sandals.

I barely kept them on my feet, and I ran to the window and threw the beer bottle out toward the source of the music.

Thinking, "Well, now finally you guys are gonna stop singing forever."

At that instance, everything becomes silent for a moment.

The next second, something that I never thought I will see in my life happened.

It happened so quickly that I barely able to react.

Before I got knocked out by the beer bottle coming so fast at me from the birds.

And their giggling f you song.

So they could understand me all along.

They just didn't want to stop singing for me.

Well, it's all too late for me to understand them.

I will most likely die from being hit by a flying beer bottle now.

I close my eyes, and pray to God, for the last time in my life.

I believe you again, I was wrong being an atheist, I am very sorry I betrayed you god.

Hope you can forgive me and accept my repent

Considering that I was a faithful believer for the first 12 years of my life and went to church every Sunday.

Yes, he will, he will forgive me.

I wispered repeatedly to myself, trying to convince myself.

But everything goes dark.

"Ok, that's the end of my life I guess. A short gamer boy's life."

"not a perfect ending but and acceptable one I guess."

"not everyone can get beaten to death by a group of birds," I think to myself.

I have always wanted to be someone special, and now I am.

I am probably the only person who got beaten t death by a group of birds, just from trying to disturb their singings.

Where is animal control?

Probably got banned by the environmentalists and animal lovers.

Why don't they send more to love to a lovely person like me to my basement,

but give so much attention to the birds.

Now a young and fresh fellow human being is gone because of their wrong priority

I can't help to use my last words to express my grievance toward humanity

Well, hate can take over sometimes

But love wins, in the end

There is no point in spending time on hate.

I suddenly remember what my mother always told me.

I changed my last words to "Mom, now you can have my video games and tv"

and passed out.

*

For a moment I thought I was in hell.

There is a strong pungent smell in the air.

What on earth can smell so bad?

Nothing I guess.

So I must not be on earth.

I can be in hell then, I think.

I can't help but start appreciating my own intelligence.

No wonder mom used to always say I was a smart boy.

Now I can't help but agree.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH",

a large scream came out of my mouth.

Do people automatically scream in hell? I think to myself.

No?

Then why do they scream?

The answer scares me.

Now I realize the reason for my screaming.

"If I am in hell, that means..that means..."

I can't help but start panicking.

"Fire, fire..." I hear a voice speaking nearby.

Maybe strong fear really does push the potential out of someone.

"If I am dead, how can I smell, and how do I hear?"

"If I am able to smell something bad, that means I must not be dead then", I am finally able to reason myself out of fear.

Hey, you have no right to judge me, and I am not burying my head in the sand! it all comes from logic and reason. That's the perk of being human.

Suddenly, I felt like I enter a place that smells good, more fragrant

the bad smell that was so intense has lessened a bit.

I can't help but take my chance to take in a few deep breaths freely.

Wow, fresh air does make me feel better, I feel less dizzy instantly.

"huh? I can see light?"

it becomes light rather quickly.

Peek around, it's a room with dark orange light, a wall covered in wooden,.

isn't this Starbucks bathroom?

Sadly, I am confused, but I can't even scratch my head like I always do.

The next second, I think I haven't seen something so freaky for ages.

In the mirror, a face with no nose is staring at me.

The last time I seen something so freaky was when I watched harry Potter movie as a kid,

wait, this actually looks exactly like the face of Lord Voldemort like I seen in the movie.

but it seems to be moving with me.

when i blink, it binks, when i breath in , it breaths in, when i close my eyes, it closes its eyes.

haha, just kidding, i cant see after i close my eyes lol.

but i only close one eye and leave the other one open,

that's how i found out the face in the mirror follows whatever expressions i do

"Master, we are in the magical animals market. Would you like to give me, your loyal servant, any further instructions?" A very nasally voice suddenly came from my back.

As if the owner of the voice is very sick from an aliment or in some kind of pain.