"Its a total miracle that you came back even though you've been dead for an hour Ren."

Doctor Reynolds Kayne, my father's younger brother- which is my uncle, happily stated which made me chuckle. The nurse was busy changing my bandages with clean one's as the doctor started to ramble out my recovery, scheduled therapies and other things to keep on mind while my wounds are still healing.

"Ack!"

I yelp in pain and immediately, dad and Kris's men quickly pointed a gun to the nurse replacing my bandages. The nurse let go of me as she bowed down in surrender.

"Dad, I'm fine. She just accidentally touch the wrong joint." I whined and luckily their men dropped their guns and place it back on their holster. The nurse mumbled a sorry and went back to attending me.

I breath a sigh as the nurse finish her job as quickly as she can so she could fled out of the room full of terrifying people in the mafia world. All of the worker here knows the Kayne family since we own this hospital but just being named under a different name to avoid conflicts from the government trying to snoop up on our businesses.

Uncle Reynolds gave a slight smile to me and a nod to both dad and Kris as he made his way out of my private hospital room that looks more like a five star hotel room than a hospital room.

"Son, are you really fine now?" Dad asked with concern lurking in his voice.

"Yeah Dad, don't worry too much." I lied.

I replied with a smile as I held out my arm and pose like I have big muscles to boast compared to dad and him.

Speaking of him, Kris has been silent since yesterday, the time I've woken up. He was looking out in the window standing in the corner, arms crossed over his chest. It's weird.

"Kris?" I called out and he looked at me immediately. "What's wrong?"

He heaved a sigh before he came near my bed and grab the red stool and sat down. His piercing electric blue eyes hovered over me making me gulp numerous times from my own saliva.

"Did they asked something from you?" Kris questioned which made me thought.

They were talking about some code?

I looked up to Kris and nodded my head slowly. His face turned into a scowl as he mess his hair in anger.

"I knew it! They're after it. I shouldn't have trusted that fucker to guard that place. He was such a failure." Kris mumbled angrily as he looked at his fisted hands.

I heaved a sigh as I looked at the glass window, my own reflection looking back at me with dull eyes.

--

It's been a week since I was discharged from the hospital. And from those days, I had plenty of time to relaxed in order for my injuries to completely heal. I haven't even saw Kris in those days, and dad often visits me to check on me.

"Sir! Wouldn't you not climbing that tree for now?" someone shouted below me.

I looked down and saw Wilhelm, dad's butler looking up to me. His right hand covering his face from the heat of the sun while looking up.

"I'm fine Wilhelm." I replied boredly.

"But sir!"

"Ok! I'm coming down."

I reluctantly climbed down and quickly walked off, ignoring Wilhelm's ranting. Speeding my pace, I slid inside the back door leading to the kitchen and found one of our chef slicing something on the cutting board.

"Oh! young master! What a pleasure for you to be here. Are you hungry? I can cook you anything you want." He stated as I leaned on the counter island to watch him.

"Umm, no thank you Rudy, I just came here to ran away from Wilhelm's annoying presence." I bluntly stated which made all the cooks laughed.

"Ah. Wilhelm, he was such a pain in the ass sometimes." Rudy stated.

"And that buddy Rudy, I will tell Wilhelm you said those to him. Can't wait to see his expression when I tell him." I joked but I stated it like I was really going to say it. His face paled and I chuckled.

I hopped off from the counter to get out of the kitchen but suddenly, my nose smelled something really unpleasant and immediately, my head whipped to its direction. One of the cooks butchering a meat had blood splattered on his white apron which made me stared at it as I remember something.

"Mom!! Dad!!"

"Oh my God Henry! Henry!"

"Tell me son of Echelon. Or more innocent blood will be wasted with just your single soul."

"Help!"

BANG!

The pit of my stomach immediately begun churning and before I knew it, I grabbed the nearest sharpest thing that I could see and immediately stabbed it on my right thigh.

"I killed them!!"

"Oh my God! Young master!?"

"I killed them!" I wailed as tears begun cascading from my eyes but deep inside me, I really don't know what am I doing all of a sudden. Its like I have another personality inside me that had woken up from that time.

I can feel my body holding to that knife that had kept on stabbing my thigh. My eyes watered to no end and my mind clouded by images that I couldn't comprehend, it was making me crazy. I can feel hands on me, trying to stop what I was doing. I yelled, kick and tried to punch but the hands on my body has a firm grip on my convulsing body.

"I'm such a worthless being. I had even killed my sister, and now I killed an innocent family. Tell me?! Am I still sane?!" I cried as I cluthed a pillow. I think they managed to bring me to my room because I can feel a soft bed against my skin.

"Master, its not your fault."

"How did you know its not my fault?! They died because I was a worthless shit. I should've killed myself after all!" I yelled and quickly jumped out from the bed to the window. They tried to near me but I taunted them.

"Come any closer and I'll jump."

"Come now young master. This is not the time to be doing stunts. Please just cooperate with us." Wilhelm pleaded.

"It hurts knowing that innocent lives offer their life just for a weakling and a shit asshole like me. They should've killed me insted of making another innocent life die without knowing anything."

"Now master, Please come down from the window and we'll have a nice long chat to bent out your frustrations okay? Sounds good right?" Wilhelm pleaded again which made me laughed.

"Talk? I'd like that but its too late Wilhelm." I smiled and stepped one foot back and let my body fall from the windowsill I was standing. My body -in a slow motion- fell in the air lightly and saw the sun shining brightly above. Too bad I'm not gonna see this once again.

I cried my last tear and smile my last smile and I was gone.