American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 114 Finale
A person’s growth is not just about growing in age, but more about psychological maturity.

And this is often determined by his experience.

Some people live for a long time and are still an old giant baby, while some people are still very young and have seen through the world and have glimpsed one side of how society works in advance.

Emma suddenly understood and became clear-headed.

As soon as the thought of giving up arises, the world becomes wide in an instant.

In the past, Emma would do whatever it took to get what she wanted.

However, helping her father become governor was an insurmountable hurdle for Emma, ​​who was still a little girl.

Dad, you are so useless!
Emma, ​​who hated her father for not being successful, knew that there were some things she could not get even if she tried her best.

It can't be done, it can't be done at all.

So, she posed.

She no longer insisted.

Emma: Once I accept my weakness, I am invincible.

Capital, come if you want, I, Emma, ​​am not afraid.

Looking at Emma, ​​who was already a mature little adult, Baling was choked for a moment. He didn't know that Emma couldn't bear it anymore.

Too lame.

I had just used my wisdom a little bit when Emma started to lie down, looking like a loser who would give in no matter how you play tricks on me.

Baling couldn't help but sigh, because he knew that the dream study would soon come to an end.

Now, let’s test ourselves one last time and see what answers our student Emma can come up with.

Is he really lying down, or is he forbearing in this way?

……

"Emma, ​​it's your turn to clean the blackboard today. You have to clean it a hundred times."

Baling was like a devil, speaking painful words easily.

"What--!"

Emma widened her eyes in surprise. She was already in this situation, why did she still suffer injustice!

"Why one hundred times? I remember there was no rule in the school that required students to wipe the blackboard a hundred times. Even if you were the class monitor, you didn't have such a right."

Emma curled her lips and refuted Baling with reason and evidence.

She was posing, not stupid.

"Poke! My authority as monitor is unlimited. If I say it a hundred times, it means it a hundred times."

Baling was very proud and acted arrogantly, as if saying, "I can beat you."

Looking at Baling's hateful smiling face, Emma's anger grew wildly. She had just decided to turn over a new leaf, but she never thought that there were always some bad people doing bad things to force her.

The little face was cold, very cold, freezing cold.

At this moment, Emma was very unhappy and unwilling, so she shouted stubbornly:
"It's no big deal. Just wipe it!"

It took Emma longer than usual to finally finish wiping the blackboard a hundred times. She really wiped it a hundred times seriously.

When did she become so honest?
Who would seriously complete it a hundred times? Anyway, rubbing it ten times or a hundred times will produce the same effect, and the difference is not noticeable.

But Emma did it honestly, for a simple reason: there was a shameful squad leader behind her who was always watching and supervising her.

"Huh! Finally finished."

Emma wiped the sweat off her face and let out a long sigh. She was exhausted. If she got home and lay down on the soft big bed, she would fall asleep in three seconds.

The blackboard was now cleaner than ever and so shiny that it could be used as a mirror.

For some reason, Emma felt a sense of accomplishment, because this was the result of her hard work.

clap clap clap!
A burst of applause came from behind.

Emma turned around half annoyed and glared unwillingly.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm doing this for your own good, Emma. When you grow up and are happy, maybe there will come a moment when you will understand my painstaking efforts." I understand you!
Emma cursed Baling in her heart, but she put on a fake smile on the surface.

"You did a great job, Emma. You worked so hard and did such a beautiful job. I must reward you handsomely."

Reward? Want to set up another game?

Emma almost fainted from anger at this hateful deskmate.

"Here! Pick out the one you like from here, any one will do."

Baling opened his schoolbag, and the white light shone in, creating a golden glow.

Wow! All of them are golden medals.

"Is this really for me?" Emma looked at Baling in disbelief, her voice trembling.

"Really? Is this true? Did I hear it right?"

Emma's hands were shaking with excitement as she confirmed it again and again, but Baling just kept smiling.

"Hehe, then I really took it."

Emma smiled and reached out to choose the medals. Soon, she set her eyes on the largest, heaviest, and most beautiful medal.

"Thank you, Baling."

"You're welcome."

Baling looked at Emma, ​​who was extremely happy. When she packed her backpack and prepared to go home, Baling took back his medal.

Emma's smile froze instantly.

"I didn't say I was going to give it to you." Baling explained calmly, "I just asked you to pick one and take a look. Of course you have to return it after you're done."

Capital! I'll fight you!

Gah! I'm going to beat you up!
Emma couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately punched out with her clenched fist. She couldn't bear it any longer. The moment she punched out, Emma felt pleasure, great pleasure.

Then, Emma knocked the black-haired kid down with three punches, pulled his collar, and warned him loudly: "If you dare to mess with me, little Emma, ​​again, I will not be polite to you!"

"Do you understand?"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The dream study is coming to an end.

This time, Emma casually threw the so-called medal back to Baling and strode out the door.

Even if you have many medals, they can't compare to the joy you feel at this moment!

Emma is so happy now!
She discovered that the happiness she wanted was so simple.

She was eager to go home and share her happiness with her family.

Emma finally understood.

Life is precious, and there are things that people cannot pursue in their entire lives. In addition to these truths, she also realized new things.

——Compared to forcibly demanding, bravely resisting is more refreshing and joyful.

Deng Deng Deng!
The moment the door opened, Emma almost suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest.

Because, the person standing outside the door was her nanny Levia!
But why is she here?
It shouldn't be like this!
And something even more terrifying happened.

After Emma opened the door, what was outside was not a playground, but a staircase, a staircase that Emma would never forget.

She actually returned home, how is this possible!
“Emma…Emma…”

Livia's call echoed in my ears, again and again.

Ghosts of the past seemed to catch up with her, and Emma couldn't help but step back.

Step by step, back away.

Levia stood there like a puppet, only her smile remained unchanged.

(End of this chapter)