I Was Reincarnated As Bai - Chapter 3

The young boy stood up and quickly dusts himself. Looking across the room, he found a diary peeking through a cabinet. The young boy suddenly remembered the “Shameless_Readers_Comments_and_Reviews” folder which induced a shiver down his spine. He immediately threw the journal on the floor and resumed looking in the cabinet. There was a key.

“What is this?” The young boy raised the key in front of him, trying to figure out the where this key would fit. He trembled. To his surprise, he noticed something odd about the room. Throughout the entire time, he was inside the room, he never saw a door, much less a window!

“Crap! ” The young boy screamed in despair. He smashed the wall with his fist, but it didn’t budge. “Am I trapped in here!? Get me out of here now!”

The young boy lost his balance and collapsed on the floor. “Why… Why God… Why does everyone ignore me?” He shouted in agony. “My parents. They abandoned me on the street. They let me suffer on that street and left me wondering if they would ever come back. I waited on the roadside… waiting for them! They- They never did come back. They never did.” Drops of tears suddenly fell from his eyes. ‘Even so, I waited…’ He didn’t want to cry. It meant giving up. But he was just a young boy and felt that his heart was being continuously stabbed by hundreds of knives over… and over… again. He was in deep pain, but no one cared. Since their own utopia of happiness wasn’t disrupted, they didn’t care. With his current predicament, he was reminded of the fresh memories of his previous life, where he lived in harsh conditions and the pain engulfed him again.

“Bai… are you an idiot?” He murmured. “What kind of room is this?”

Before he knew it, the young boy fell asleep on the floor hugging the diary he found in the cabinet.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.