Histories And Memories
Prologues

For some reason, I saw such a beautiful sight, a sight I had never seen in my life in this world.

Is it possible because I never got the chance to explore various places on this planet called Earth?

An hour, no, this might be half a day, or maybe it's been a whole day more I've been pensive to see another world that somehow pops up in my mind.

The mountains are wide, the rivers are bright blue across the majestic land, and the birds are flying across the horizon. "Huh....is this the world I've been craving for all this time?" I murmured in my heart.

"Reinver.. , let's open your mouth" A faint voice rang out in my ear that was squeezed by some medical device. Slowly, the beautiful, beautiful world that I saw a while ago began to fade, disappear, and then mix with the color of the hospital's white ceiling.

"Ahh, same dream again" I said slowly.I somehow always got the same dream several times. This may be the fourth time I have dreamed of that world.

"Ting. , ting. , "The sound of the spoon touching the surface of the plate annoys me.

"Hurry son, let's open your mouth, Mother's hands are beginning to numb" My mother's passionate words began to fill my ears.

"B.. , good ma'am" I answered softly as I opened my mouth.

I know you may look so excited, but when I look into her eyes, reality cannot lie, Mom's blackened eyes and the frown on her face signify a very tired human being, am I a burden to him?

I spent breakfast with my loving mother as usual. Then she carried my back to the grayish-white wheelchair.

We went around the hospital as usual.on the way, Mom asked me a few questions. Normal questions for a mother who is worried about her sick child.

"How are you doing? is it starting to improve?" said Mother.

"Well, s. , as usual, maybe?" Reply doubt.

"Oooh, like that, then mom will go to work" continued Mom.

"O. , okay" I replied.

I am sad to see my condition that has been helpless for the past 4 years. Oh yeah, I haven't told you how I got in and got stuck in this hospital.

When I was fifteen, I was a normal schoolboy. The schoolgirl who left for school at five in the morning then studied as usual and came home at twelve in the afternoon. The only difference is my friends, probably social caste differences.

My friends have luxury homes, expensive vehicles, and a dazzling array of accessories. While I only live in a smelly slum, even to eat is difficult.

I attended the most prestigious place in my residence with a value that is above average. Compared to my friends who have abundant family treasures, I am like an ant among humans, which can be stepped on at any time.

even so, there were some people who fared the same as me. Not many. Can be counted on the fingers. But, over time, my friends started to leave one by one. Reason is reasonable and simple, Not strong with the treatment of a very heart-wrenching friend. Maybe to call a friend alone would not be appropriate.

I continued to persevere with my determination to raise the family degree but it was at its peak on the eve of school graduation, when I came home, suddenly there was a black sedan car speeding towards me, and spontaneously hit me who was passing through a Zebra cross.

With the dim light of my eyes I saw my friends get out of the car, and instead of helping me, they left me lying on the cold asphalt at night.

I want to scream. But what a force, my mouth was filled with blood, tightly closed, followed by blackened eyes, leaving a silent witness of the struggle against this dark life.

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a light and a white wall with the sound of "Beeep, beeep, "the machine next to me. A sight I'll see for the next four years.

Someone who always sits faithfully waiting beside my right hand is just my mother.my father has been dead since ten years ago. The water that comes out of the eyes can no longer be dammed. My cries and Mother broke instantly.

Then my mother explained about my incident. About how I ended up in this fancy hospital. Long story short, I was found by a passing rider and brought here, then my friends came and explained the events of that night. Which of course with the intention to save themselves from prison.

all these maintenance costs were borne by the 'friends' who bumped into me. On condition of not proceeding this matter to the authorities.

"Arrrgh.... , Why are you?" I screamed, groaning at my fate. The fate of my missing leg next door. Actually I really wanted to sue them, but when I saw Mom's eyes, I imagined how to pay for all these hospital expenses after a week I was in a coma on the hospital bed. Moreover, this hospital is a luxurious hospital.Every night I cry, ask for justice for myself, that is all I can do on this bed.

My mother could only work, banging every day.morning away, coming home in the middle of the night to meet our needs.

Time is passing, tomorrow is the exact day of the fourth year I am in this hospital. There are special circumstances in which I should always be under the supervision of a doctor. Not because of my legs, but there was a brain nerve abnormality after the accident that could render me unconscious for a long time. So it needs special treatment of doctors.

At 10 that night, I heard a "Beep, . , beeep, " very loud. Yep, it was a warning that the nerves in my brain were starting to have symptoms of damage. The doctor went into my room and started taking the anesthetic and injected it into my right hand, accompanied by the sound of a bed wheel heading into the operating room.

I woke up in the middle of an operation. I don't know, I couldn't feel anything, until it was time for me to feel unimaginable pain.a pain that I never felt as long as I lived in the world.I wanted to tell Doctor, you know, but my body cannot move. "beeep, . beeep, . "beeeep...... , "

Darkened.

Silent.

There is no light.

There's no sound. There is only a silent void.

"Is this the end of me? I'm sorry mom, I'm just a burden to you. If I can, I'd like to see you in my next life... Wait, will there be a next life? or do I have to dwell in this void forever?" Mumbles.

"ARRRGH, PLEASE. HELP ME JUST ONCE, LORD. Please, . , just once. , "My scream is accompanied by a cry that makes my body sit weak.

Over time my consciousness disappeared, vanished, devoured by darkness. Goodbye to the world..... ,