I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

My name is Chen Juan, and I am the only daughter in my family.

My parents are both teachers and don’t have much time to take care of me. I am used to being left at home by them and used to handling everything by myself.

At an age when other kids were noisy, I had learned how to be alone.

Others say:

"Your child is so well-behaved, unlike mine who is noisy."

"Your Juanjuan is still well-behaved."

"Juanjuan is really good. She has good grades and you don't need to worry about it."

But they don't know that all this comes at a price. For example, I have no feelings for my parents.

I will always remember that when I had a fever, my father was busy tutoring his students, and my mother was still sitting by the side preparing lessons when she sent me to the hospital.

I am their daughter, but I envy their student.

On my fourteenth birthday, my dad stuffed me a red envelope early in the morning and asked me to eat out at night. My mom left a note asking me to heat up the food in the refrigerator.

In the past, I would still look forward to it, whether it was a sign that they were going to prepare a surprise for me. If you want to advance, you should suppress it first. I learned this from books.

But after many times, I knew that they were really busy and really wouldn’t come to accompany me. Whenever they could squeeze out a little bit of time for me, they would tell me with great fanfare several days in advance.

When I opened the door and returned to my cold home, I didn't even want to turn on the light. I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen in the dark and took out two pots of vegetables, and then I ate them by myself.

That night I felt a terrible stomachache. I endured the pain and climbed out of bed, only to hear my parents arguing in a low voice in the corner of the living room.

"You asked me to accompany my daughter, why don't you? Your students are students, but my students are not students?"

"Then you can't just let your children eat this."

"You feel sorry for her, and so do I. But it's the end of the semester soon, and the top students in my class want to try again. Their summer camp is ready."

"Forget it... let's go out and play with her during the summer vacation."

"You said the same thing last year. As soon as the parents of the students said that they would not fail the college entrance examination, you went to make up lessons for them again. You should wait until the matter is decided before talking to Juanjuan, otherwise she will be happy again."

"You can go alone with your child, you don't have to ask me..."

"Stop talking, it's going too far. The child is not mine alone. If I had known you had such an attitude, I shouldn't have given birth in the first place!"

"Please keep your voice down! How sad it must be for a child to hear such words."

I leaned against the wall and twitched the corners of my mouth, but I couldn't smile.

Yes, I'm so sad. It's not that they don't know, they just don't want to think about it.

The mood of asking for help suddenly hit the bottom, and I climbed into bed again, enduring the endless pain.

The next morning, the pain was no longer obvious. I bought breakfast at the school gate and settled down to get ready for class.

But at noon, the pain came back again, and after enduring it for two more classes, I finally fell down in math class.

I tried to stay calm and tried not to make any noise, but my palms began to become slippery, cold sweat continued to fall, and my physiological reaction exceeded my expectations.

I clutched my abdomen and felt a little overwhelmed, and even my breathing became rapid.

"Chen Juan, the teacher is watching you." My deskmate patted my arm, probably thinking that I was sleeping in class.

My body was shaking slightly, unable to respond to her reminder. It hurts too much. If it continues to hurt like this, I will really die.

I thought to myself and gritted my teeth.

After a while, a voice sounded above my head: "Have you slept enough?"

I raised my head with difficulty and said "hmm".

The teacher's original anger disappeared without a trace in an instant. She reached out to touch my forehead, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? I'll notify your parents."

"No." I refused habitually, "I just have a stomachache, just take it easy."

The teacher hesitated for a moment, but finally called a classmate to take me to the infirmary.

The school doctor was not in the infirmary. I squatted on the ground in pain and shed tears, not only because of the physical pain, but also because of the unexplainable grievances.

"Yang Yun, help me tell the teacher and ask for leave." I cried.

The girl who accompanied me to the infirmary quickly responded: "Okay, wait, I'll go now."

I sat by the flower bed in front of the school, waiting for Yang Yun to help me bring my schoolbag and leave note, and then slowly walked out of the school.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were very few people on the road. I walked slowly towards home.

"Little girl..."

I met a mother-in-law on the road. She seemed to want me to help with something. I was so painful that my eyes were filled with stars. I waved my hand to her and said I couldn't help, and continued walking forward.

The moment I got home and lay on the bed, the pain never eased, so I had no choice but to hold my giant doll for comfort.

That afternoon, my mother knew that I had asked for leave. When she came home and saw me unconscious, she was so anxious that she sent me directly to the hospital.

A bad meal led to acute appendicitis. After receiving the diagnosis, I immediately underwent surgery.

When I woke up after the operation, only my aunt stayed with me in the hospital and sighed at me: "Juanjuan, tell me, why are you so careless? Your parents are so busy, and they still have to worry about your affairs. worry."

Well, if there's a problem, it's all my problem.

I started treatment in the hospital with peace of mind. My parents would come to see me occasionally, but they would not stay long and then leave in a hurry until I was discharged.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, it was my aunt who came to see me off again. She said that it was a pity that I missed the final exam, otherwise my grades would have been rated as excellent.

Speaking of which, this is really strange. They care so much about my grades but not about me.

However, because I was hospitalized this time, my parents did care a little more about me. They would ask me a few questions with concern whether I needed it or not, saying that I should eat well and pay attention to my health.

Until a month later, a surveillance video began to spread online.

In the video, I was walking away with an elderly mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law walked up to me and said something, but I ignored her and left directly.

The mother-in-law was walking forward alone and fell down at the intersection.

The time in the video is the day I came home from an appendicitis attack, and the person who posted the video wrote in the introduction of the video: Young people today are really indifferent and won’t listen to anyone asking for help. This mother-in-law was found to be out of breath after she fell down. It was said that she had a recurrence of her heart disease. My mother-in-law has been wandering outside, and no one can help her seek justice.

The comments below are offensive.

[He Yi Qiuqiu: Looking at the clothes, I am still a student. 】

[Fly higher: Three o'clock in the afternoon? This woman must have skipped class. 】

[Yuyou queued up: Her mother-in-law has already taken the initiative to ask her for help. With her temperament that makes her look like a 250-year-old, there is nothing important she can do. 】

[Junjun: Don’t kidnap me morally. How do you know if someone really has something important to do? 】

[The flower that catches the stars: The quality is so poor, this is a human life! 】

Because it involved the death of the person seeking help, this matter already had a lot of negative comments, and the appearance of one comment attracted everyone's attention.