Chapter 1100 Hidden Nightmare
If possible, if necessary, Anson would not mind drawing a clear line, keeping a distance between affection and family, carefully concealing the reality of the soul under the skin, and continuing to play Anson Wood, Cooperate with the performance.
However, just like "The Truman Show", emotions break the bonds, freedom and truth begin to take root. After all, they still need to take a step and embrace their own truth, because this is the path to freedom. The only way.
So.
Anson turned to look at Lucas.
"Luka, are you worried about losing me?"
The crueler and more bloody fact is that they have already lost him.
What Lucas sees now is just a skin, and underneath that skin is a different soul, a scarred and exhausted soul.
What would they do if they knew this fact?
Lucas couldn't breathe, and his soul slipped into the dark abyss bit by bit, falling into despair, and all his reason and determination were torn to pieces.
He tried to defend, refute, and deny. He tried to grasp something but had no target. The biting and cold night penetrated into the blood along the pores and spread quietly under the skin.
In the end, Lucas had no choice but to surrender.
"Anson, stay (Stay-With-Me)..."
Lucas squeezed out a sentence from his throat, but found that his voice was terribly hoarse.
Lucas panicked. He had never been so panicked before. The nightmare in the depths of his memory had a firm grip on his ankle, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it.
Anson has never seen Lucas like this - sweating profusely, face pale, anxious pupils trembling slightly, the anxiety and anxiety deep in his soul tearing at his flesh and blood.
For a moment, Anson's breath was also choked.
At this moment, Anson was the first to calm down, because he really didn't know what happened.
Ignorance means fearlessness.
"Luca, I'm here." Anson's voice caught Lucas's soul and he stood firm in the late night breeze.
Lucas looked at Anson seriously, wiped his cheek hard to wake himself up a little, and when he looked at Anson again, there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes.
“You don’t remember anything?”
Anson shook his head.
Lucas was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed out gently, as if to expel all the turbid air in his chest, "Maybe, not remembering is a good thing. We have been doing our best. Try your best to make you forget that thing and pretend that it never happened.”
Anson, "But it happened, right?"
"Even though I don't remember, you do."
"You remember, mom remembers, dad remembers, and this It's also a shadow for you, look at you, maybe you are the victims, maybe we should speak out."
Lucas blurted out in pain, "No"
"I. I can’t let you experience that kind of pain again. Since you have forgotten it, there is no need to mention it again, isn’t it good?”
Anson let out a breath.
Originally, he was trying to explore the truth because of himself; but now it seems that only the truth can set Lucas and the others free. They are now silently carrying the psychological burden, even more painful than Anson.
He has always kept a distance from them to avoid getting entangled deeper; but unknowingly, they are breaking down that barrier and truly becoming his family.
Silence is spreading and settling.
Then.
Anson's voice surged quietly in the night, "But the ghosts hidden in the memory have never disappeared, and are slowly surfacing."
"Ignoring, does not mean they do not exist."< br>
After saying that, Anson stopped urging and became quiet again.
Lucas buried his cheek in his hands and struggled painfully. Finally, he found a ray of reason in the chaos, held it firmly, raised his head again, and looked at Anson, his eyes showing some vulnerability that he had never shown before.
"Anson, are you sure? That's a Pandora's Box."
Anson shook his head, "No, Luca, I'm not sure. I can't be sure of anything, because I know nothing, I I don’t know what will happen next.”
“But you are here, aren’t you?”
This sentence seemed to sting Lucas, and he panicked. Close your eyes, the pain and struggle are so real and so turbulent.
Anson was stunned. He didn’t know what he said wrong. Wasn’t what he said just now perfectly normal? What happened to Lucas?
This time, Anson did not speak, but gave Lucas some space and waited patiently. The world became quiet again.
Waiting for the silence to be broken again, this time it was Lucas.
"That year, you were nine years old."
"I heard that there was a large mobile carnival in Brooklyn. You pestered your parents to take you there, but they didn't have time because of work. , rejected you.”
“So, you came to pester me.”
"You know when you're stubborn, you refuse to take 'no' for an answer."
"I guessed that if I said no too, you might sneak over on your own, so I decided that rather than let you sneak around alone If you run away from home, why don't I take you with me? At least I can guarantee your safety."
"Then we secretly ran out without telling our parents."
The beginning of the story is a bit unexpected.
But the smile at the corner of Anson's mouth rose slightly, which was indeed very consistent with the original owner's character, and Lucas looked as familiar as ever.
Anson, "Was that carnival fun?"
Lucas was stunned, "What?"
Anson, "I said, was that carnival fun?"
Lu Cass laughed dumbly, and only Anson was curious about these details.
“Fun.”
"It was the '90s, and mobile carnivals were slowly being phased out, when we could go to Disney, when we could see the world through televisions, when we could play on consoles, that gypsy The traditional carnival has lost its charm.”
“But precisely because of this, we have never seen such a scene. Everything is new to me now. I still remember that you held my hand tightly and couldn't stop turning your eyes, seeing that and this again, just like Alice's adventure into the rabbit hole. "
Anson. Nodding slightly, "Sounds very much like my style of doing things."
Lucas twitched his lips, "It's not just you, I'm also overwhelmed. It's just because I'm dazzled, everything in front of me is too exciting and colorful. , I also looked at it in a daze, and let go of your hand without paying attention.”
The words stopped suddenly here, and Lucas seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
Anson noticed.
In the following story, it seems that the answer can be predicted without asking.
"Luka, that's not your fault, it's just that I'm too playful." Anson tried to speak.
But Lucas shook his head, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken you out, thinking I could take care of everything; I shouldn't have let go of your hand, everything was my fault. , and then I lost you.”
Lost?
What does it mean to be lost?
Like a band-aid on a wound, everything needs to be done quickly and accurately.
Lucas gritted his teeth and revealed the truth in one breath, "You are missing. I couldn't find you, and the police still couldn't find you when they came. You just disappeared."
(End of chapter)