American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 99 Night Talk
【Are you there? 】

Drip!

The phone beeped, Baling unlocked the screen, and saw this message.

It is ten o'clock at night.

Baling stayed at Christine's house because Christine's mother was often away and her house was also a classic big mansion.

It's much more convenient than Maria's house.

Lying on the rocking chair, Baling found a comfortable lying position, playing with his mobile phone while rocking.

When I’m tired, I order takeout; when I’m hungry, I drink sparkling water. Life seems to have returned to normal.

Sometimes in life we ​​need to stop and take a break.

A few hours ago, Baling had just completed his own strategy plan.

Unexpectedly, Carrie sent a message at this point, starting with "Are you there?"

【Who are you?】

【Ah? I'm Carrie White.】

[I remember the person who bumped into me and damaged my Armani.]

I'm really sorry.

There is also an emoticon of a puppy kowtowing below the chat box.

It was used by Carrie to express her apology.

Ding Dong!

Suddenly, a transfer message appeared on the screen.

Transfer money?
Baling did not click to receive the money.

He would have to suffer for the rest of his life from the damage done to the Armani after that collision with the corner, so how could he easily accept compensation?

At that moment, he sent a new chat message.

"I accept your apology. But you don't know... I don't need money. Money, to me, is just a string of cold numbers."

Baling inadvertently revealed his value of viewing money as dirt, and this answer made Carrie a little overwhelmed.

Since Baling is not short of money, or even doesn't care about money, how should she compensate him?

She lacks experience and can't solve this problem!
Suddenly, the conversation between the two fell silent for a moment.

Baling kept his eyes on the chat. Carrie on the screen was always typing, but no new chat was sent.

It was obvious that Carrie was going over her words again and again, writing and deleting, deleting and writing again.

Drip!

finally come.

Baling looked over.

[Mr. Oga, is there anything I can do to make amends? ]

In the dark room, Carrie lay on her side playing with her mobile phone, anxiously waiting for Baling's reply. At the same time, she had to pay attention to the footsteps in the corridor to prevent her mother from suddenly coming to check on her.

Make amends? Perhaps not. I love my sunglasses; they've been with me for a long time, giving me warmth and being my closest companion. But now that they've been damaged beyond repair, I'll let them go. What matters to me is the meaning behind them; they were a gift from a child.

Actually, there's no need to attach any emotion to a destroyed object. I'll keep that feeling in my memory. I believe the child will understand.

So, Carrie, you don't need to say these words with a guilty conscience. I was just too excited about what happened before, but now I've let it go.

You let it go, but I felt even more guilty. The guilt was like a thorn in my heart, causing Carrie to toss and turn in bed, feeling that she had done something good or bad.

Oh shit, Carrie, why am I so bad!

No, she had to do something, otherwise when she thought about it in the future, she would probably feel so guilty that she would slap herself twice.

I really want to do something to make up for my mistake. Please, let me do it.

Baling, who was behind the screen, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not reply immediately. Instead, he started talking about something else.

Carrie, do you know? I'm actually a very lonely person. I long for love, long for friendship, long for seeing people united and loving, long for a better world.

[For this reason, I've helped many people and done things that many people don't understand. Some of them praise me, like me, and regard me as an idol, while others hate me, curse me, and regard me as a weirdo.]

But ultimately, I just want to be a complete person, with everything that ordinary people have, but the loneliness in my heart can never be filled.

So, if possible, can you be my friend?

what?
Friends? Me?

Carrie was stunned for a long time. Baling's reply touched her heart, because she was also a lonely person who longed to be a complete person, have her own social life, and not be treated as a weirdo by others.

For a moment, Carrie regarded Baling as her own kind, but then she found that she was not as good as Baling. Baling was obviously a more complete person than her.

But, even someone as outstanding as Baling actually has a loneliness that cannot be filled?

Carrie is a simple person. She has been under the control of her mother since she was a child. She looks at feelings from a simple perspective. She really thinks that Baling may lack friends.

Can I?

Don't answer a question with a question. Of course, if you're looking for the answer I expect, I'm hoping for "Absolutely, easily."

Absolutely, easily!
Is this the answer you want?

As expected of Mr. Oga, he truly has gone much further than I have on the path of being a human being. Otherwise, how could he have spoken with such confidence?

If she becomes his friend and walks with him, it will definitely be of great help to her in becoming a complete person. Most importantly, Carrie will be able to make up for the mistakes she has made.

This would alleviate her guilt, and at least she wouldn't go to sleep with a heavy heart.

Absolutely, easily.

She didn't know what kind of mentality she had when she said such words and gave such an answer. In short, Carrie had a strange feeling at this moment.

【Well, thank you for being my friend, Carrie.】

"No, it's my honor. I should thank you. You are my first friend in life, Oga."

[It's strange, my friend, don't call me Aojia. I prefer people to call me Baling, it's more intimate.]

The two continued to chat for a long time. Under the guidance of the intelligence Baling, Carrie felt that Baling was an excellent person.

He is kind, helpful, and enjoys playing with children. He is righteous, fearless of evil, and brave enough to protect others. He is handsome, strikingly handsome, and speaks very well.

He has many advantages, and the image of Baling in Carrie's mind becomes more full and perfect.

As he was talking, Baling turned the topic of conversation to the child he had mentioned earlier.

His name was Tommy, a chubby little boy whose favorite food was fried chicken. Sadly, he passed away unexpectedly a few months ago. Those sunglasses were a gift from him. Tomorrow is the anniversary of his death. I hope to go with you to his favorite fried chicken restaurant and order some fried chicken as a memorial.

Poor child, I hope he is doing well in heaven, may God let him rest in peace. I will go there when the time comes. I hope he can forgive me.

"Yes, just order your favorite fried chicken and Tommy will forgive you. So, see you tomorrow. Good night, Carrie."

[I hope so. Good night, Baling.]

(End of this chapter)