I am a little boy and the son of the hated castle serial murderer.
I am lucky to be born in a wealthy family.
At the very least, I don’t lack anything at home, and I have everything I want.
I have a sound family, a mother who loves me, and a father who looks serious but loves me very much.
My mother would always go out when my father was not at home, so I was always left alone at home.
Therefore, waiting for my father to come home is the happiest thing for me every day.
Every time when my father comes home, I will lay out my slippers in advance and sit at the door obediently waiting for him to come back.
Wait for him to come back and tell him the story.
Dad is very busy, but he spends a lot of time with me every day.
I think I am probably the happiest child in the world.
However, this does not seem to be the case.
Although I was lucky, I also seemed to be an unfortunate child.
When I was eight years old, I suddenly fell seriously ill.
It was this serious illness that caused conflicts in the family, and at the same time, it tore apart the family that I valued most.
It was found out that I had a serious genetic disease.
This disease is inherited from my mother and all my organs will fail very quickly.
When I am completely exhausted, it will be my death.
Since then, I have been in the hospital every day.
Receive various treatments, chemotherapy, and specialized consultations.
But even so, my condition has not improved, but has worsened.
Dad was very anxious to find out the cause of the disease.
One night, while my mother was keeping vigil, she finally couldn't help crying.
She kept slapping herself, regretfully blaming herself: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. It's me, it's me who passed the genetic disease on to you. My child, I'm sorry for you..."
It wasn't until that moment that I understood why my mother always secretly took advantage of my father to go out before leaving.
Then he didn't come back until evening.
It turns out that my mother also has a serious genetic disease, and every time she goes out, she secretly goes for treatment.
As for the genetic disease, she did not tell her father.
Mom said it was because she loved her dad so much. She wanted to be with him at all costs.
Therefore, she concealed her condition and even gave birth to me.
Genetic diseases have a probability and are not 100% hereditary. My mother has always been grateful and hoped that I did not inherit the genetic disease.
However, the results are always unexpected.
And that night, my father heard my mother's words at the door.
That day, they had a big fight.
That was the first time my father hit my mother.
"You can harm me, but how can you harm our son!"
After that day, I was taken out of the hospital.
My father drank all day, and my mother was locked in the room all day.
Our happy family was destroyed, destroyed by my illness.
Since then, I can no longer see the smiles of my parents.
After returning home, my condition became worse and worse.
One day, my father excitedly told me that he had found a way to save my illness.
From that day on, I never saw my mother again.
Dad's surgery was very successful. After each surgery, I was able to recover for a month.
I can get out of bed and walk, and I can also talk.
But this situation can only last for one month.
Every time after a month, I always have to undergo my father's mysterious surgery.
I didn't know anything about the surgery process.
Until one time, the anesthetic wore off early and I woke up early.
I actually saw the body of a young woman lying next to me!
The woman was already dead, and dad was transferring the woman's heart to my body.
This is the surgical process.
I finally found out what the surgical procedure my father had been hiding was to transfer other healthy organs to my body to extend my life.
From that moment on, I started to hate myself.
I hate my condition, and I also hate this kind of surgery.
I feel very guilty for the innocent lives, but there is nothing I can do.
I warned my dad several times, but he never listened to me.
From then on, I no longer wanted to speak.
Even if the operation is successful, I don't want to get out of bed and walk around, and I don't want to live in the sun.
I lay in bed all day and stared at the ceiling.
Maybe the trouble was too big, so my father moved me to the basement.
When I was in the basement, I sought death several times, but failed.
I don't want to live anymore.
Living is a kind of pain and torture for me.
The fear and self-blame of relying on the lives of others to survive almost brought me to the point of collapse.
Until one day, my father told me that he had found a woman with the right blood type for me.
Immediately, I won’t have to undergo such cruel surgery for a long time.
But what my father didn't know was that I no longer wanted to live in such pain.
I kept seeing that young lady (Gu Siying) lying on the hospital bed after being given anesthesia, covered in blood, and I felt extremely guilty.
I want to say sorry to her.
However, there was no chance.
It wasn't until someone broke in that I knew my chance had finally come.
I can finally get rid of all this, get rid of these pains.
Get rid of this hopeless treatment and surgery.
I know that my father can't do it, and he can't do it either.
So, I did it myself.
I took off the oxygen mask with my own hands and ended my life with my own hands.
But at that moment, I didn't have any fear of death.
On the contrary, I feel relaxed.
Dad, don't make the same mistake again and again.
For me, living is not happiness, it is torture and pain.
When I feel truly happy, it is when I am with you and my mother.
Although the time was short, at that time, I was really, really happy.
I also resented why you did this to me, but in the end, I still couldn't hate you.
Because you are my dad.
My only dad.
The moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to see my mother.
Mom was wearing a beautiful white dress and came to me like an angel.
She stretched out her hand toward me, and countless rays of light emitted from behind her.
"Child, I'm here to pick you up."
Mom came to pick me up.
Behind you, it seems like the road leading to heaven.
I looked at my father who committed suicide reluctantly, and I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't.
I could only watch my father fall next to me.
I'm in pain.
This is not the ending I want to see.
I gently held my mother's hand and stood there for a long time, reluctant to leave.