1 Chapter 1: The Nightmare

For 10 years, Maliya's life had been very peaceful. Everything was set in order. A perfect and complete family, all lovable and respectable. The only daughter of a business tycoon and a hospital director, Maliya had everything she needed; love, family and fortune.

Not until one night, Maliya who was awakened by the loud thunder crouched her pillow and urged to move to her parent's bedroom. But as she drew closer to the room, she heard her mother's cry. Frightened that something might have happened to her mom, Maliya ran as fast as she could and stopped by the door as it stood ajar. There, she saw her mother, with a blooded man in her cuddle, it was her father. His black suit was stained with blood as the red liquid gushed from his throat.

"This is all your fault!" Maliya, bewildered by her mother's statement looked at her with a puzzled face.

"If only you died!" she continued.

"If only you did not survived! If only Adam hadn't saved you!" her soft blue eyes who always looked at her tenderly suddenly turned fierce.

Maliya did not understand. Even the fact that her father was lifeless now seemed to be unrealistic.

"Mom, what happe----" with a croaked voice she tried to asked her mother but she abruptly cut her words.

"We shouldn't have raised you! No! If only you weren't born!" Still with her mother loud remorse, Maliya couldn't grasp the situation.

She couldn't possible think right. A young girl, barely in her ten years cannot possibly accept the fact that her father suddenly died.

She was full of thoughts, full of despair. It was like her thoughts has drifted so far away that even she couldn't reach it. There is nothing but silence in the whole room.

It was only for a moment when suddenly Maliya heard a loud cry. She tried to run as fast as she could but it's as if her limbs was frozen.

Everything was falling out of it's place. Her mother, with her face disdained with dripping tears, soon became lifeless as she cut her throat with the window shard.

"Nooooooooooo~~~~~"

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She is sweating heavily. For years, it has always been the memory in Maliya's sleep.

Even time didn't heal the carved wound. How she wished that the memory was vague. But as time goes by, the memory is still clearer that ever, her father's peaceful face and her mother's mournful could still be heard and seen.

Yeah, for the past 12 years, it has always been Maliya's burden.