Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth
â⦠Thank you to my teachersâ guidance, and my best friend, Allie, of course! She gave me a lot of advice ⦠and also thanks â¦â
In class, Gloria stood up to the warm applauseâ Of course, after the instructor called her name.
The first prize for the curriculum design award had been issued after more than two months of selection.
Allie silently watched Gloria walk to the platform, taking over the honor from her instructor and revealing a smile.
But her mouth was turned downwards.
She held a pen, scratching the chair one time after another; the scratch turned deeper after she repeated the action each time.
Allie suddenly closed her eyes ⦠it seems like she was alone in another world. And in the class of that world, the teacher said, âCongratulations, Allie! Come on, dear Allie, I think you will not be stingy in sharing your joy now.â
And she, as expected, she slowly stood up. Under everybodyâs attention, she walked to the platform, looking at Gloria and smiled, âFirst of all, Iâll thank my friends, who have been with me⦠â
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Day after day, Allie felt there was another self living in her body.
A selfish, jealous, fractious, and always dissatisfied Allie.
She often told Allie, âSome friend she is! Do you think Gloria is really a kind girl? She just feels superior comparing with you, because she wins a complete victory in all aspects.â
âThatâs not true.â
She often told Allie, âLook, she won your honors, your love, and she even has an inherently affluent background to match her intelligence. You have to fight so hard for something that can be easily done by her. You will only be an ornament for showing off her excellence as long as she exists.â
âNo ⦠thatâs not true.â
She added, âIs that not right? Do you think Branham at the beginning was really interested in you? Wake up! Heâs only fond of Gloria. He talked to you just for getting more information about Gloria. You know this, but still imagine that he likes you, and even ignore the fact that he asked more about Gloria, rather than you.â
âNo, itâs not like this, not⦠like this.â
She then poked fun at her, âWhy did you go with Len? For comfort? Because Lenâs family is actually more superior than Branhamâs? Because Lenâs academic result is always better than Branham? Because he has many more advantages that Branham doesnât have, except dullness? Because youâre eager to prove that you have a better boyfriend than Gloriaâs? Just because you were in a bad mood, you went to sleep with Len and simply gave yourself up.â
âItâs not like this!!â
Finally, she sneered, âYou are so ugly, Allie. You are really ugly.â
âNo, no, no!!â And finally, Allie roared, âItâs not like that!!!!â
She panted the other herself inside her body seemed to disappear. She couldnât hear those ironic voices anymore, but whyâ¦
Why.
âI stabbed a knife into Gloriaâs stomach?â
Bright red blood dispersed on her blue and white skirt; Allie subconsciously pulled out her knife, looking at Gloria cover her belly, and gazed at her with miraculous expression.
âItâs not like this.â
She looked around blankly, Len and Branham revealed unbelievable gaze simultaneously⦠and watched their shocking look while rushing to her together.
âNo ⦠itâs not like this.â
âNo, no, no, NO!â
âItâs not like this!!!â
She screamed, a heart wrenching cry.
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âAh!â
A rapid, horrified and trembling screamâwas cried out. At that moment, Marken felt something wrong and subconsciously shifted his focus from the belly wound to the mirror.
Suddenly he turned around, feeling a chill rising from his feet rapidly up to his head; a tingle that soon spread down slowly from the top of his head.
Cheeks, neck, chest, arms.
âItâs⦠itâs you!â
Even if her eyes turned scarlet, and mouth opened disturbingly wide while revealing beast-like teeth, the outline was still clear for him to recognizeâIt was that mental patient, Allie. They ever met at the forest near the road.
Why did it turn to such appearance⦠it was simply like a demon! No⦠it was a monster!
âWhat are you going to do!!â Marken was too frightened; he instinctively retreated, but instantly touched the wall.
There was no way back.
âDonât come over! Donât coâ¦â Marken bit his tongue accidentally.
However, she approached and force her way to the front of Marken. That demon made him stretch out his hands, to squeeze the bansheeâs neck!
He succeeded in grabbing the bansheeâs neck and pushed her down! On the ground, Maken wasnât willing to let her go; he sat on her body, still squeezing her neck.
His hair was straggly. Sweat dripped from his face and with eyes opened wide, he said ferociously, âWhat did you come back for! I am not pressing the matter anymore!! So why are you coming back!! For revenge? But I just acted on impulse! Youâve knocked me out! What else do you want to do? Isnât it for the best for you to be brought away!! You can peacefully receive treatment in the hospital!! Why are you finding fault with an impulsive person? You mad woman!! Mad woman!! Why do you laugh?!â
Marken felt colder; He lost control of his body and became stiff, as if something was pulled from his body .
Looking at the smile on that horrible face.
âWhat the hell are you laughing at?â
Creak⦠Marken heard creaking sound. That was the sound of opening the door, from the door creaking due to the lacked of oiling throughout the years!
He turned his head unconsciously, and saw his wife, Maggie.
âI ⦠heard something,â Mrs. Maggie subconsciously said.
She couldnât see clearly the woman, who was pressed down by her husband, but she could distinguish her by her clothes.
But it made her utterly confused upon watching this scene⦠plus Markenâs words just now.
Impulsiveâ¦
âWhat does he mean?â
Mrs. Maggieâs mind was occupied by this problem. So much so that she even ignored instinctively why that patient showed up here, instead of being caught and sent back to the hospital.
âMaggie, listen to me⦠this woman is a monster!â Marken said quickly, âCome here! Give me a hand!â
âWhat is⦠impulsive?â
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Maggie blurted out such a question.
âYou probably misheard it! Come here! I cannot control her! Sheâs a monster!!â
âWhy did you not press charges! Why?â Mrs. Maggie looked at Marken with an astonished and weird look, âI know your character⦠you are never happy to suffer losses. Let along passing over something; youâll probably get some financial reimbursement from her family; that makes sense. But you didnât even ask if she has family⦠Thatâs so weird. What on earth did you do to this girl?â
âNothing!! Come to help me!!â Marken roared, âThis thing is a monster! Sheâll hurt us! Come help me!!â
âYou⦠you are the monster.â Mrs. Maggie endured heartache, âYou are the monster, and I saw it! You are the one that wants to kill her! I⦠I didnât expect my husband to be such a person! You have let me down, Marken!â
The girl was pressed on the ground, while Marken squeezed her neckâ¦Who was the killer do you think?
âStop! Marken!â Mrs. Maggie eyes reddened, âDonât hurt this child again!â
Marken stared at the expression of his wife, suddenly⦠he realized why the female monster showed that kind of smile.
That was a jeer!!
âLet her go! You will probably kill her! Youâre committing a crime! Do you know? Marken!! Wake up!â Mrs. Maggie took a deep breath, âI donât know how this girl came back, but Iâm sure the two police officers have not gone far⦠Marken, I donât want to be a witness to testify against you⦠Stop, okay? Think about Lena, can you stop?â
âLena ⦠Lena ⦠yes, Lena ⦠no!!â
He wasnât absent-minded for long; he turned ferocious soon, the girl⦠monsterâs jeer seemed to have shown up in his eyes. His true self had been seen through, letting him feel like that he was toyed with.
The good husbandâs image had been totally destroyed at this moment.
âListen!â Marken turned around, panting air with wide eyes, âI donât care if youâre a lunatic or monster! Do you know you have ruined my family? Do you know that? I wonât, I wonât let you go⦠neverâ¦â
His darkness seemed to have been magnified to the limit.
Like a torrential and violent vortex, dragging one along to the center!
âYou shouldnât return⦠Ah!!!!â Marken used his full strength!
âMarken! Stop!â Mrs. Maggie could only run to him, grabbing his arms to stop the atrocity!
All of a sudden, Marken stopped. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The arm of the female monster pierced Markenâs breast; she waved her redden fingers in the air, like a claw.
Ahâ!
Mrs. Maggie cried out in fear and collapsed down the ground.
The monster swung her arms, causing Markenâs body fly away. It dropped down and rolled to the corner.
Only then did she see clearly the current appearance of the girl!
Seeing Marken bleeding in the corner, Mrs. Maggie cried in pain⦠The female monster was walking towards her step by step.
âDonâtâ¦â Mrs. Maggie shook her head helplessly, with her body curled up and begged, âDonât come! No!!â
âMom, what are you doing?â
The little girl was standing at the doorway.
She hugged her pillow; the clean pajamas looked slightly crumpled after a while of sleeping in bed.
Lena rubbed her eyes, looking at this scene, as if still sleepy.
Suddenly, the female monster turned to the girl.
Lena was shocked while looking at the ferocious and horrible female monster. She held the pillow tightly and was too scared to escape.
âNo! No! No!â Mrs. Maggie hastily stood up and hugged the monsterâs waist, âDonât! Donât hurt my daughter! Donât!â
But she was too weak to stop the female monsterâs step, who had immense strength.
Just after an arm sweep, Mrs. Maggie had been knocked out and fell to the end of the room.
Finally, the female monster went to Lena and the hand squeezed Lenaâs neck.