Many people say that life is cruel, and fate is unfair.

Have I ever thought like that?

Certainly not.

I'm just your average guy with a family as precious as my life. I could say that they're my everything. We were a close-knit unit, bound together by love and laughter.

My parents were the best at being caring and funny. They always knew how to make a room lively with their easygoing jokes and constant support.

But the standout in our family was my little sister, Melina.

She was like a force of nature, always cheerful and tomboyish, and she just brought joy wherever she went. A little clumsy tho.

I'm not trying to show off my sister. And this doesn't mean I have a sister complex. But I must admit that her laughter was infectious, and her fearlessness inspired us all.

She was the sunshine in our family, and we cherished every moment with her.

But everything changed on that fateful day.

My family and I already had bad feelings. That's why we fought with her when she said she was going on a study tour.

But as usual, she is fearless, reckless, and stubborn. She decided to leave even without our permission.

"Whatever, it's up to you whether you want to go or not. Do what you like, Eli."

That word, which I said with annoyance, became a deep regret. I should've stopped her with all my might.

I regretted it when I came home from work when I got news from the hospital that my sister died because she fell from a cliff while hiking.

My family and I felt that the world around us shattered into a million pieces. The pain of losing Melina was unbearable, and I delved into the depths of my grief and guilt.

The investigation stated that it was just an accident. But when Melina's college friends came to her funeral with strange behavior, my gut told me that it wasn't just an accident. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

And I'm right.

It happened right after Melina's funeral was over. Those women, together with their parents, faced me and my parents.

They confess that they 'accidentally' pushed Melina off a cliff. And they handed us several thick envelopes filled with money.

Are their brains just made to fill the gaps in their heads? How can they offer money in exchange for lives so easily?

This behavior made my blood boil.

I remember that moment very clearly, remembering that my irritation was at its peak.

I repulsively grabbed the hair of one of the women who looked completely devoid of any guilt.

Fuck the fact that she's a woman. She is just a murderer who doesn't deserve to be treated like a woman or a human being in general.

Blinded with anger, I stared at her with a fierce gaze. I can't help it, I can't suppress my anger, and their behavior doesn't help at all.

The little bitch cried as if she were the victim here. She roared, asking to let her go with a very disgusting expression on her face.

Before I had time to curse her, her father punched me so that I was forced to release my grip.

He said, "Boys nowadays don't have manners. Have you not been educated by your parents? Is it because of a lack of money? Tsk. That's good then. You should be glad that my daughter reduces your family's economic burden and gives you money that you can't imagine getting in a day."

My Dad was provoked by those words and punched the old fart in the face.

We had a big fight. Tho, the ending was very unsatisfying.

The fight was the most frustrating and dramatic fight I have ever felt in my life.

The next day, we were visited by the police and lawyer. We were given a warning by them, and we were told to sign a letter of apology and compensation for attacking those crazy bastards.

I refused, of course. It was so absurd. Why should we apologize and compensate them just because I pulled that old man's daughter's hair? Is her hair so valuable that it needs to be reported to the police if touched? When young children fight, they even pull each other's hair, but they don't involve the law. That bitch is more childish than a kid.

And hey, don't forget the fact that the old man even punched me. My dad just did what the old man did, defending his child. It's just 'self-defense'. But my dad's the only one who received a warning letter.

At first, I didn't know the reason why our statement and complaint were not accepted. But I accidentally heard it when the police were talking in front of our house.

The reason is so absurd, that it makes my blood boil again.

We are prosecuted only for attacking people of higher rank.

They even planned to destroy my father's business, trying to sabotage his company until my father went bankrupt. They also made sure my father had difficulty finding work.

Ha! The laws and system here are very rotten.

I just want to laugh at how unfair the law can be sometimes.

I'm so fed up with the system here. Just because the difference in income and rank can make them act as they please, to the point of taking the life of my innocent sister.

Those bitches and assholes. They make me want to puke. I swear to God I will take revenge.

As if being laughed at by God, my revenge had to be postponed because my family's life was getting worse.

Dad's small company went bankrupt, and a fabricated case left us in debt.

Neither my father nor I could work at big companies because of the old man's threat to their connections.

In the end, we took a lot of part-time jobs with decent salaries. We have no choice. Even my mother also took on several jobs on top of taking care of housework.

And just like that, months turned into years. Our debt has been paid off.

My dad built a business from scratch, and I have been helping with the knowledge I gained from my part-time work. The results are satisfactory, and we are more successful than ever.

My family and I were very happy with this development, but the weight of my sorrow never lifted. I'm still immersed in the events of several years ago where my younger sister was killed, and the starting point where my family started experiencing damned 'unfortunate events' that made me furious.

For years, I have been trying to collect evidence of the rottenness of these dogs. And all the evidence I needed had fallen into my hands. My dad and I have planned to reveal it soon.

With mixed emotions of sorrow and joy, I made my way to my beloved sister's funeral, hoping to bring some comfort with my happy news.

But something from behind quickly hit my car. And in the blink of an eye, I found myself sitting upside down.

My body is full of wounds. The shards of car glass pierced my skin and bones until they went numb.

My head was bleeding from hitting something, making my thoughts and vision blurry.

My chest hurts every time I take a breath.

My body hurts too much to move. I couldn't take the cell phone in my pocket to call someone.

I tried turning my head to the street. And it's hell. My neck felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles when I turned my head slightly.

Something that hit me earlier disappeared somewhere. The street was strangely quiet, even though it was after work time.

"Haha..." Looks like that bastard is acting up again. I'm willing to bet that the mastermind behind this incident is him.

Sigh... my God, what did I and my family do wrong to be involved by humans like that? Why do there have to be such trash-like humans in this world?

My tears fell without my permission. I feel weak. I know the world is cruel. But I didn't know that the world was this cruel, not giving me and my family the slightest justice.

Sigh... I hope dad and mom escape from the hands of that bastard.

Because my agony's cries didn't stop, my nose became blocked, making the oxygen I breathed less and less.

My energy felt like it was draining quickly. Not long after, my eyes closed forcefully.

I know that my life will soon end.

As I leaned there, waiting for death's cold embrace to take me, I thought about my family. I thought back to the laughs we had, the love that brought us together, and the injustices that had befallen our family.

In that final moment, I found a strange peace. I thought that soon I would meet Melina, my beloved sister, again.

Ah... What do we think we'll talk about first? I hope she hasn't forgotten me there.

My mind went blank. I just stared ahead without thinking about anything.

And over time, my consciousness is slowly disappearing.