Now hearing everybody's thoughts, we were all sure that neither of us was in our right minds, and we were even planning on believing a fairy tale that everything would work fine at last.
But our fate was never this simple, as the moment we brought our car near the sealed spirit, the car started losing its magical touch and fell on the ground with great intensity, causing the tires to split apart, and the lower parts of my car were nearly tarnished, but the girls managed to survive because of their divine element, while others were spirits, and I didn't even want to talk about this asshole Piku.
While everybody was calming themselves from such a sudden disaster, just like always, neither of these bastards was paying attention to this poor mortal, who was struggling with his soul and was trying to beg Piku to heal him.
Damn, just all of a sudden, when I thought I could trust the fantasies, my life again got ruined, and I was again reminded that fantasies weren't meant for horror stories; my life is a fucking never-ending nightmare, where my fucking companions, these assholes, literally have to save their own butts before saving mine.
Fuck, if I look closely now, even my cigar started to lose its taste. Maybe I was really getting close to my death, like, really, even an unfortunate soul like me was getting near his death. Could you believe it? Well, if you can.
Then I have to disappoint you, because death is such a luxury that doesn't even exist in dreams of people like me. We were just born to struggle; we only lived by our simple logic. If someone was trying to crush us, we just had to crush him first, no matter who he or she was.
So just like this, when I was struggling on the ground, while my legs were nearly crushed because of this clash, and I couldn't even distinguish between my legs and my fucking car parts, I felt that my legs started healing on their own, and my feet were looking pretty normal.
Feeling it was weird, I glanced at Antak and other creeps, but all were busy in their survival, so neither of them were paying attention to me, so it was truly a miracle for me, but again, miracles weren't meant for me, so I was now more concerned for such help.
But while I was getting concerned, I saw that there was a shaking box near the dashboard of my car. While feeling its shiver, I was trying to remember what I had put in this box.
Soon the answer came finding me on its own; the box opened, and a scream began to echo in the car: "YOU MONSTER, YOU KILLED HIM. I TOLD YOU TO PLEASE LEAVE US ALONE, BUT YOU FREAK, DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME. SEE NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CHILD? HE IS NO MORE BECAUSE OF YOU, BASTARD!!!!"
Hearing these words and seeing the box, I was again reminded that I could never rely on miracles, and even this time also, I was saved by my old habit of putting my things in lesser spirits, making them suffer my fate.
And this time, this bitch who was screaming at me like this was a poor lady who had a quite tragic story about her son; like, her husband died after the few years of her child's birth, so she had to take care of her children alone, and this pressure caused a big tremor in her soul, and she started to feel insanely insecure for her child.
Her son's every action always felt to her like incoming trouble, and this insecurity took many years of both of their lives; the child got overprotected from everything, so he didn't manage to develop properly.
While she, on the other hand, kept getting burdened by this sickness, this insecurity started to make her vulnerable, and to remove her such vulnerability, she started visiting therapy sessions, and to her surprise, the therapist was a really nice and cheerful guy.
Who helped her big time, pulled her out of her insane insecurity, and gave her a reason to live rather than just being a protector for her kid?
So due to such warmth, she got attached to him, and due to her beauty and her caring nature, even he also started getting attached to her, but in his attachment, he forgot whom he was getting attached to, a patient who was insanely vulnerable for her child; rather than focusing on the future, he only relied on the present and married her.
Well, a few months felt like paradise for the entire family: the mother got a loving husband, who not only took care of her but also her son, while the son got to see his mother happy, and the man got a family whom he could call his own.
But reality never gives happy endings, so the nature of events played a major role; due to the kid's lack of development, he started to struggle with the increasing pace of his family, and seeing her son struggle for anything started giving rise to her same insecurity.
The happy moments started to turn into little conflicts, and those conflicts started ruining the family; the loving husband started to get frustrated from such everyday struggles. Instead of getting that warm side of his family, all he started to see was unending conflicts.
His every attempt to fix the family was quite high-paced for others to catch up to him, and he started to feel distant from everybody around him; his newly formed family started to look like it was breaking in front of him.
His every study about psychology started to play trickery with his every attempt to fix his family, and then the reality played its most brutal trick on them; the wife started hallucinating in her insecurity. Due to her previous condition, her brain became that sensitive; everything she heard, she started to see in front of her.