Chapter 425: Dawn

"Hey, who are you?"

It was an old PHS with a very dark screen. She could barely read the caller's ID nor the text and only managed to answer the phone.

However, only one person in the world could make this call. The 13-year-old girl nervously and uneasily held her phone and asked weakly, "Who ... are you?"

There was a long silence before a boy spoke on the other side. He was the same age as her, or maybe one or two years younger because his voice sounded unchanged.

"I saw what you have sent."

"What?" The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise. She stayed in a crowded noisy Internet cafe and clumsily wrote her suicide note letter by letter on a computer.

She intended to write a letter at the beginning, but she didn't know who to send it to. After leaving the store, she came in unconsciously. The Internet cafe didn't require her ID card. Money could be her passport. And she had money, stolen from ... the corpse.

"You left a number," The boy said.

It was very strange. It was clearly a child's voice, but it sounded sober. It was like an adult who cares nothing. The voice from the phone inexplicably comforted the girl for a moment.

The girl raised her head and looked at the computer. She randomly found a format of profile and wrote her life story in it. And she left her cell phone number in the end. But what she wrote was a suicide note. Though she realized that it was wrong, she could not manage to change the format. Finally, she sent the suicide note out anonymously.

At that time, Internet forums just went viral. Many people liked to surf them and tell half-true stories. No one would take the stories seriously. Her "suicide note" was just like a drop of water flowing into the sea.

Nobody was would call.

However, someone called.

"Kaiya," that voice shouted.

Kaiya was stunned for a moment before realizing that the boy was talking to her, "Yes."

"You're very brave, so don't be afraid in the future. Keep going, okay?" The child, who was obviously her age, said to her in a very mature voice, "Death is very painful. Just think about your friends and families."

"But, I killed someone...." Her throat was tight as she said. Her hands and feet trembled, and her tears fell down from her cheeks, "Elsie is also ... dead... I'm scared...."

"You did the right thing, so don't be afraid. The law on protection for minors will protect you, and those people are guilty." The boy sounded emotionless, but he did comfort the nervous girl.

"You believe me?" Kaiya asked in tears.

The suicide note was written like an introduction, in which she wrote all the mistakes that she had made. She had killed someone and was running away. She was afraid of dragging down her friends, so she decided to eat her fill before her suicide tonight. She would die in a lake, where many people committed suicide, it was said. So the lake was called the Ghost Lake.

She typed word by word as she was ready for death, and wanted to explain her stories to her parents, who she had never met, and to her old grandmother. She hoped that when they saw her corpse, they would remember her, as well as her sister, who had suffered a lot.

The boy spoke on the other end of the phone, "Yes."

He believed everything she said.

Kaiya wiped away her tears and suddenly felt satisfied as someone had read her suicide note.

As a little child, she had already treated him as a friend and whispered, "What ... what's your name?"

The boy paused for a moment before saying, "It's been a long time since anyone called out my name."

Kaiya stopped crying as she was shocked by his words, "Don't you have any friends?"

"I do have."

"Then why didn't they call you by your name?" She was quite curious about him.

"Because ... we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Why?"

She had too many questions. The boy didn't answer, "Will you live a good life?"

Kaiya nodded vigorously, "Yes."

"That's good."

He was relaxed as if he was going to hang up the phone in the next second.

Kaiya couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to hang up?"

"Yes."

"Is this your number?" Kaiya wiped the screen. But she still couldn't read the number on the phone. "Can I call you in the future?"

"No."

After the boy finished his words, he noticed that he was too cold. So he explained, "This is a computer program I made, no one else can call in."

"Then how can I meet you?" Kaiya asked.

"Hum...."

The boy remained silent for a moment before he spoke calmly.

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"After you grow up, you'll meet me."

In the darkness, Christy looked at the person on the other side of the bed and asked as she trembled, "Who ... are you?"

The person on the other side did not answer.

She stretched out to reach his arm. But she only touched a thick sleeve. No one preferred to be wrapped so tightly when sleeping, but he did and he even wore a hat.

The moment she touched his sleeve, Christy remembered the stories about Mr. Trevor. He suddenly had Autism when he was very young. And he had locked himself in the attic when he was slightly older. He never came out again.

The autistic Mr. Trevor had the same voice as the boy who called her ten years ago.

Was that him?

If it was him, he had asked her whether she would live a good life, so why was he being autistic?

But if it wasn't him.... How would he know her name? Why did he bring her back here?

The computer screen flashed. Trevor sat up in the darkness and opened the computer. The light on the screen suddenly lightened the entire curtain. And she could see the face under the hood before the computer screen.

He seemed to realize this and paused for a moment.

Christy lied with her back to him. She reminded him kindly as she found his stiff back, "I can't see your face, don't worry...."

Trevor did not say anything. He only paused for a moment as he typed before choosing and copying the location and information to another dialog box.

And he worked for another hour. When he was about to turn off the computer, he noticed that Christy had fallen asleep behind him and was breathing evenly.

He turned around to look at her under the light of the computer screen. She was dressed in his wide grey clothes with her long hair scattering behind her head, as she frowned with her beautiful face.

She always frowned unconsciously when she slept, as if she wasn't very happy in her dreams.

After thinking for a long time, Trevor stretched out his finger to smooth her eyebrows.

He hadn't touched someone else's body like this for a long time, and he hadn't spied another person's life on the screen for a long time.

She should ... have recognized him.

At first, he was afraid of being recognized, so he called back Eleven. But they would still inevitably meet each other.

Habits were terrible. He had been alone in the attic for so long. Though he had only spied her life through the video for less than two months, he started to be uncomfortable when he stopped his spying.

He was just curious about her life in these years. She was so extroverted, cheerful, beautiful, and confident. Her smile was so attractive that people couldn't notice other things.

He had persuaded many children who wanted to commit suicide. But few of them had become confident. Most of them were still cowardly, sensitive, and stingy, living in a lonely corner of the world.

"Am I pretty?" Christy suddenly opened her eyes.

Trevor was stunned.

She grabbed his finger, "You sneakily touched me?"

He had his back to the computer screen. Against the light, his face was half bright and half dark under the shadows. She could only see his pale and thin chin, his dark eyes that were calm as a cup of warm water in peace and tranquility.

She clutched the finger he was about to pull away and said tiredly, "Do you know I've been looking for you for a long time?"

Trevor remained silent and lowered his head as if he was listening seriously.

"You should ask the reason curiously." Christy continued, "Then I can tell you that I want to say thank you. It's been ten years. I want to meet you, and I just want to say thank you. So I'm still alive."

Trevor shook his head slightly.

He still uttered no word.

Christy waited for a moment before letting go of his fingers.

She pointed to the other side, "I always have nightmares when I sleep. Can you carry me to sleep later?"

"I'm joking." Christy chuckled softly. Her face turned morbidly pale because of her injuries and massive bleeding. She needed to rest a lot. She pursed her lips after she spoke and was too tired to speak.

Trevor made a rustling sound as he turned off the computer. He didn't hibernate the computer but shut it down.

Afterwards, he gently lay beside Christy. He did not face inward, but turned around and faced Christy.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out and held her hand.

His bony hands were slender and thin. They weren't big. But he firmly held her. His palms were dry and warm, just like the way he treated people.

In the darkness, Christy smiled weakly. Then, she slowly fell asleep with this smile.

In this night, some ran around, some were tired, some cried bitterly and regretted, some restored precious things, some stayed beside the cold corpses, and some sat till dawn.

However, no one could stop the dawn.

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