newbobooks Chapter 211 The Cycle of One Day
Chapter 211 The Cycle of One Day
Every day is the same thing, without exception.
Nothing extraordinary happened that day; the only special thing was that it was my birthday, or rather, today.
But today's birthday was different from usual. After making a wish on the cake and cutting it, my parents started arguing.
I really don't understand.
Why did they suddenly start talking about divorce? Why did Mom say Dad was blindly filial to his parents when it was clearly just her sister-in-law who always gave her money?
I just hid to the side, holding the cake I hadn't finished eating, and watched the two of them struggle.
She even broke the bracelet that her father had once given to her mother, which was her mother's favorite.
The rope snapped, and the beads clattered and fell to the ground.
The two stopped arguing. The father turned and left the house without saying a word, while the mother stared blankly at the scattered items on the ground, some of which had rolled away with the force of the bounce.
I quickly put down the cake I was holding, wanting to help my mother pick up the beads.
But my mother scolded me for coming closer and told me to go back to my room, while she herself was crawling around, picking up the beads one by one, looking extremely disheveled, which I watched from the second floor.
But I still obediently went back to my room. When my mother asked me to help her look for another bead that was missing, I quickly responded and went downstairs.
On the stairs, my shoe felt something hard. Before I could even think what it was, I tumbled down the stairs.
My body kept colliding with the hard steps, each impact sending waves of pain through me. My arms, knees, and back felt like they were being slammed with a heavy hammer. I instinctively covered my head with my hands, but I was still left dizzy from the impact.
All I could hear was my own scream and the noise of me rolling down. When I finally stopped, the pain all over my body made it hard to breathe, and my vision began to blur.
I passed out immediately and knew nothing more.
Darkness engulfed me completely like a tidal wave, and my consciousness dissipated into endless chaos, as if the whole world had become irrelevant to me.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in my bed in my room.
Sunlight seemed to filter through the gaps in the curtains, casting wisps of light onto the bedside, forming bright beams of light within which countless tiny dust particles danced freely.
Yesterday's fall hurt so badly; the intense pain still seemed to linger on every inch of my skin. I instinctively raised my hand to touch the spot on my head where I had hit it, my movements cautious, as if afraid of touching that imagined pain.
However, there was no pain at all where my fingertips touched.
I slowly got out of bed and carefully examined myself inside and out, not missing any potentially injured areas—arms, knees, back…
I examined every part of him carefully, but surprisingly, there wasn't a single wound on his body.
I was filled with doubt, my brows furrowed tightly, and the terrifying scene from yesterday kept replaying in my mind. Was it all just a nightmare?
At the time, I only had this suspicion and didn't think about it any further. After all, the calm in front of me made me more willing to believe that it was just a false alarm.
So life seemed to be back on track, but unexpectedly, we experienced cake, arguments, and broken beads again.
When I heard that familiar arguing, and saw the anger in my mother's eyes and the helplessness on my father's face, I realized with horror that this was not a coincidence.
My eyes widened in disbelief. I thought I was having a prophetic dream, but it all happened so vividly again.
I carefully and slowly walked down the stairs, taking each step with extreme caution, my eyes fixed on every inch of the ground beneath my feet, afraid of stepping on something else.
However, fate seemed to be cruelly playing tricks on me.
Even though I was so careful, I still fell in the same spot. My body fell uncontrollably downwards, and then everything went black before my eyes, and I passed out.
When I woke up for the third time, I went out of my room and into the living room, where my parents wished me a happy birthday as usual.
They wore familiar smiles on their faces, smiles that seemed like fake masks, making me feel incredibly alienated and terrified.
It was the same thing again. This time, a strong impulse surged within me. I didn't want to see my parents arguing anymore, and I didn't want my mother's favorite bracelet to break again.
I spoke urgently, my voice trembling with pleading, urging them not to argue, while keeping my eyes fixed on the bracelet.
But they all seemed to ignore what I said and continued arguing on their own.
The bracelet inevitably broke, and the beads scattered all over the ground with a crackling sound, just like my heart shattered into countless pieces.
I returned to my room dejectedly, my mood at its lowest point. This time, I secretly resolved never to listen to my mother and go downstairs.
I sat in the corner of the room, my eyes fixed on the door, constantly alert to any movement outside, my heart filled with unease and fear.
Time passed by, minute by minute, until night fell and darkness enveloped the entire room, at which point I finally relaxed a little.
I descended the stairs step by step, cautiously watching the steps, pausing after each step to make sure it was safe before daring to continue.
Finally, I successfully and safely made it down to the first floor.
At that moment, I felt happy and relaxed.
I breathed a sigh of relief and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower to relax my tense nerves.
I had just come out of the bathroom when I suddenly stepped on something that looked familiar.
Before I could react, my foot slipped, and my body lurched forward uncontrollably. My head slammed hard against the threshold, and I was plunged into darkness again, unconscious once more.
When I woke up for the fourth time, the moment my consciousness returned, I frantically searched around the room and finally found my phone. My fingers trembled as I tapped to check the date.
Sure enough, the screen clearly showed that today was my birthday.
This result made my heart sink, and an overwhelming sense of panic completely engulfed me.
My eyes widened, filled with shock and confusion, and I gripped my hair tightly with both hands.
What went wrong.
This bizarre, recurring day is like a nightmare I can never escape, clinging to me relentlessly.
I gritted my teeth and made a silent vow that I would not leave my room this time and would just get through my birthday like this, ignoring no one who called me.
I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, like a frightened snail, trying to use this fragile "shell" to resist the unknown and fear of the outside world.
But after only a short while of quiet, throughout the whole day, I could still faintly hear my parents' blessings. The sound seemed to come from a distant place, carrying an unreal and ethereal quality.
Immediately afterwards, the familiar sounds of arguing began, growing louder and louder, like surging waves crashing against my eardrums.
After a long time, I heard my mother calling me, her voice filled with anxiety.