Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth
The girl walked back and forth in the small room.
The room was so small that the girl had to turn around after three steps and headed for the other side of the âroomâ.
She kept repeating such actions.
âHow long has she been repeating this?â
Across the glass window on the door, Gloria covered her mouth, turning her head to avoid continuing watching this scene.
âSeveral weeks. Allieâs situation is getting worse, so I have to apply for this kind of room for her.â
Gloriaâs face was still pale, because she hadnât left the hospital for long â the knife wound had her lay in hospital for a long time.
âWhy did this happen?â Gloria sobbed bitterly on Branhamâs shoulder.
Branham sighed and touched his arm, as if he could still feel a mild piercing painâThe doctor said the knife wound had hurt his bones, so itâd be impossible to be as dexterous as before, âI told you that you shouldnât come again.â
Gloria whimpered slightly.
The doctor had seen so much similar situation; he added calmly, âThe patient should be under long-term stress. As far as I know, she has a poor family. In addition, from the conversation during this period, I found Miss Allie is seriously jealous, along with being very obedient. Sheâs been stuck in the contradiction between compliance and resistance under self-persuasion.â
The doctor shook his head, âYou should understand what will happen if tense nerves go over its limit.â
âThatâs my fault⦠Iâve never noticed it.â Gloria blamed herself, and stared at Allie, âOnce she asked me, if one day she hurt me, how would I react⦠at that time, if I noticed⦠â
The doctor sighed, âEveryone has some secrets in heart and donât want to tell others. Miss Gloria, itâs not good for you if this becomes your guilt. Miss Allieâs problem was not formed within one or two days.â
âDoctor, can Allie get well?â Len asked as looking at the doctor heavily.
âI canât answer this question.â The doctor shook his head, âAlthough medication and psychotherapy can get the patientâs condition under control, it will still depend on the patient herself, if she will get better.â
The doctor said indifferently and pointed to his heart. âIn my opinion, thereâs nothing wrong with her brain, but here, she canât let it go.â
The three people thoughtfully gazed at the figure in that room.
Gloria stared at her, âI met Allie at the first day I moved and became her neighbor. That day, she wore a dress, and was sitting down, reading outside. She was very quiet and had never changed throughout these years.â
Branham pressed Gloriaâs shoulders for comforting her.
Gloria smiled with a complex look, âAt first, she didnât want to be friends with me. Each time I called her from across the wooden bars, she would always run back into her room.â One dayâ¦â
Gloria thought, âOne day, she suddenly went to the wooden bar and asked me if I really wanted to be friends with her. If so, she would share half of her cookie with me. But in the end, I didnât control my mouth.â
Branham knew it wasnât self-accusation, but she was recalling the memorable issues in childhood.
âThe next day, I took some candy out of my home and shared half to her. Well, weâre both innocent during our childhood. No schemes and willing to share things with each other.â Gloria said softly, âWe kept this for a dozen of years; but itâs not as the same as before now.â
Looking at Allie, Gloria asked softly, âBranham, whatâs she thinking about do you think?â
Len thought for a moment, but wasnât sure, âMaybe⦠the ideal world she wants?â
âDoes it include us?â
âProbablyâ¦â
Allie suddenly stopped moving, but looked up at the small iron window leading to the outside, as if watching and thinking about something.
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â¦
Mrs. Maggie begged powerlessly. She couldnât move, because she was kicked hard and fell heavily to the floor.
She could only look at the horrible thing stretching a pair of hands toward her daughter, while shaking her head bitterly and chokingly.
She didnât know if her daughter was petrifiedâ because the monsterâs body totally blocked the sight of her daughter.
When her hands touched Lenaâs face, Lena stepped back instinctively, but her shoulders were pressed by her hands soon.
Lena looked up at the split eyes and mouth. She couldnât recognize that it was exactly the sister that told the story ending to her.
The little girl asked nervously, âAre you Mr. Monster? But why are you a girl?â
The monster suddenly looked down with widen eyes, almost sticking to Lenaâs forehead.
âAre you going to eat Lena?â The little girl was shocked, clasping her pillow and almost crying out, âAre you going to eat Lenaâs heart?â
She let out an equivocal voice from her throat.
Ah-!
âLena go! Be quick!â
Mrs. Maggie shouted in horror.
She began to hold Lenaâs cheeks, and opened her mouth, which had bit the two policemenâs bodies, and dyed with Markenâs blood, turning a bloody red.
Lena closed her eyes at once, and hanged her head, âCanât you eat Lenaâs heart? Lena can give you half of my heart, Lena doesnât want to lose her whole heart, and let my parents not be able to find Lena. Can you eat half? Can you?â
She opened her eyes slowly, and found Mr. Monster⦠Ms. Monster didnât eat her.
However, at the moment she opened her eyes, the monsterâs horrible eyes still gazed at her, and startled her; however, she didnât close her eyes again.
The little girl didnât know what it was exactly.
She just naively thought that this was the Mr. Monster stepping out from the story, who gave his own heart to the girl in the story and lost his heart.
Why did it become a girl?
Lena didnât understand these.
âMom said Mr. Monster is ugly, but very kind. Mr. Monster will pick a lot of delicious fruits for the little girl. Canât you remember that?â Little Lena held her pillow tightly, âHowever, Lena can only give you halfâ¦or a little more, but donât take all away! Otherwise Lena will lose my heart and get lost. Is it ok?â
Okay?
Suddenly, she pushed away Lena, then lowered her head and looked at her hands, and even her appearance in the mirror.
Suddenly she stopped moving.
Lena nervously looked at her; suddenly, the weird Ms. Monster moved, walking by her and left step by step.
She went downstairs.
âLena! Lena!â
Mrs. Maggie crawled over to her daughter slowly, and hugged her frantically.
She touched her daughterâs face with trembling hands and kept watching her, âLena! Are you OK? did you get hurt? Donât worry, mom is here, mom is with you.â
âLena is okay.â Lena patted her motherâs head and said, âMom, will that monster come back again? I just saw Mr. Monster cry, so pitiful.â
Mrs. Maggie turned back to take a glance subconsciously.
Marken was still lying in the pool of blood at corner; he would probably never move again.
Pitiful?
Who was more pitiful? Mrs. Maggie suddenly thought, âNo one is worse of than others.â
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After going downstairs to the living room, she walked to the terrace outside the living room, and looked at the dark lake.
âTake a seat.â
At the terrace, Luo Qiu pointed at the chair next to him and gently said.