LET ME FEEL THE HYPERNOVA
Prologues

Somewhere unseen, Jojo, a 19-year-old girl cries silently hugging her legs behind huge drums of oil, near a rickety, rusty car.

He had been there for hours, crying until he was tired after a great fight with his sister and mother. Jojo became angry and regretful after being caught would scratch his pulse arm using a fruit knife that had been stored behind a pillow.

Since his late father brought home an old pregnant young woman into his family, since his first love just left after 4 years together, Jojo feels the world has thrown him away to make him feel like he is being showered with endless wounds and sadness.

Jojo got up from his seat, rubbing the dust stuck to the short brown skirt he was wearing. Two hours of inhabiting the old building long ago gave him goosebumps as well, Jojo intending to get out before the demon that was in his head actually appeared.

But just turning over, his heart was shocked by the arrival of a man from behind a wall while grabbing and dragging a woman. Not having time to see their faces, Jojo quickly returned crouching.

"There are so many places you can go, why bother going here?"

"You're really looking to die, aren't you?"

It's shocking! It turned out that not only one man was there, but there were two more who were modestly shouting at the poor woman in white who currently only sounded sobbing.

Knowing there are many people who do not seem good, Jojo moves his legs to hide in a safer place, which is under a rickety car. He did not expect at all that his intention to calm down instead stuck him in a more dire situation.

"Get me a wooden block!"

One in three pairs of foot-clad leather shoes moved, Jojo's eyeballs following where the foot was headed. Yeah, that wooden block that was in place before he moved down the car.

Back then, not only holding back the voice, Jojo also held his breath that could be heard. This was the most horrible hide-and-seek game of his life.

Not long after the wooden block was taken, there was a loud beating sound so the woman screamed, followed by the echoes of the men's laughter. After the punch, there was another slap sound over and over again, making the woman cry out in agitation.

Jojo can not dwell, the torture that is happening at this time makes his body vibrate violently, his sweat also poured down his face to his body. It felt like Jojo wanted to scream, ask for help representing the woman, but his mouth would not allow it to open. Scary without seeing anything.

"Bastardly children! Why beat him?" There came again a person whose voice still sounded far away, but slowly his footsteps reached where everyone gathered. His low voice slightly relieved Jojo's heart because he thought, "hero has come".

The woman in white with bound hair was thrown until her body fell against the rickety car. Right after that Jojo's body was shaken in surprise, his eyes were cluttered with the woman's eyes, the blood on the woman's face almost made her scream in fear, fortunately she was immediately grabbed by her own hands.

Amidst the fear, pain, and tears, the woman hints for Jojo to calm down so as not to be caught. It's really breaking Jojo's feelings right now.

"Look, he's a reporter, he's photographing everything."

"Is that what it looks like?" The voice of the man who had just arrived was half laughing, "you know how to make people never come home, right?" His words again were flat.

That instant too Jojo realized there were no heroes in a place like this.

...***...