My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 375 - 249 Prisoner? _3

Chapter 375: Chapter 249 Prisoner? _3

"We should at least be considerate when it comes to suicide, don’t you think?"

The youth: "..."

Can’t even death be a little more peaceful?

He turned away silently, unwilling to engage with the strange man before him any longer.

If he had no intention of stopping him, then... he might as well treat him as a passerby...

However, it seemed the young man really took the advice to heart, as he ultimately chose to walk to the left.

"Love you walking alone in dark alleys

Love your unbowed stance

Love how you’ve confronted despair

And refused to weep

Love your tattered clothes

Daring to block the gun called fate

Love how you resemble me

Our flaws are the same

Shall I go? Am I worthy? This ragged cape

Shall I fight? Fight! With the lowliest of dreams

To those who whine and roar in the dark night

Who says only those in the light are heroes..."

The youth: "..."

For the second time, he turned his head to look at the strange man.

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar melody that captivated him, or maybe the lyrics of the song hit a spot deep inside his heart...

"Oh! Haha! My apologies, I was just trying to add some apt background music for the video, you know. Who knows, maybe if I post it on Douyin it could go viral.

A lonely and desperate young man, resolutely using his life to leave a final, conspicuous splash of color on this world! Isn’t that tragically beautiful?

I’ve even thought of the title already, it’s called ’Lonely Brave.’ What do you think?"

Meng Lang was chatting away with a smile, still recording with his phone.

Even resolved to die, the youth’s mouth twitched with irritation.

How can such a person... such a person...

Have the right to sing that song?

He turned his head silently.

Ascending the steps, just two more, would bring him to the edge of the rooftop.

Standing here, looking down, he could see the ground below, a wave of dizziness washing over him, causing the youth’s heart to tremble slightly.

Just one leap, and he... would be free, right...

"They say, quitting your madness is like wiping away grime

They say, climb the steps, but the price is bowing your head..."

The hum that rose again beside him made the young man’s legs shake, and he almost couldn’t resist collapsing there and then.

"That’s right! Just bow your head. When you gaze down from here, the ground gazes back at you.

Thousands of your classmates and teachers will witness your death with looks of shock, confusion, and fear.

Your death won’t be meaningless!

With your death, you’ll have your revenge on them! On this world!

Because of your jump, you will shatter the most beautiful illusions of the thousands of students present. Instead of seeing their earnestly sought dreams in school, they’ll see a cold, lifeless body!

That body will tell them how cold, how dark this society is..."

The third time he turned back.

He finally stared annoyedly at the man, now less than three meters away from him.

"What exactly do you want?!"

"Nothing, nothing, just ignore me. I’ll continue recording, and you continue with your jump. We won’t get in each other’s way, carry on," Meng Lang said, smiling as he made a welcoming gesture.

With a first effort one may summon his energy, at a second effort his strength will wane, and by the third, he will be utterly exhausted.

The youth seemed to have lost the courage to turn back around.

He slumped down and sat.

"Why? Are you trying to persuade me?"

"No, no, no! Don’t get me wrong! That’s not what I meant at all. The thing I hate the most is people who could keep living but choose to seek death instead.

To those of us who struggle desperately just to stay alive, it’s like a silent boast! I wish there were one less of them with each death!"

"Who says only those standing in the light are heroes? There might even be bears!"

The youth: "Fuck!"

As if finally unable to suppress it any longer, the youth’s roar erupted like a volcano.

"What do you know?! Do you understand the despair of never being able to obtain freedom? Do you know what it feels like for every day to be like hell for me? You don’t know anything at all!"

Meng Lang looked him up and down, then let out a scoff.

"Ha! Freedom? You mean to say you’re like a prisoner?

The door that admits people is bolted,

The hole that lets out dogs is wide open,

And then a voice cries out:

Crawl out, and be free!

They long for freedom,

So they make human bodies crawl out of dog holes!

For those who come out this way, I only wish that one day.

They may find eternal life in the flames!"

Meng Lang sneered.

"And another thing! Don’t misuse the term ’hell’.

Have you lost an arm or a leg? Are you a high-level paraplegic or suffering from an incurable disease?

Without experiencing true despair, you don’t deserve the word."

The youth was taken aback, then became hysterical.

"You don’t understand, talking about what’s deserving or not! Have you experienced those things?!"

Huh! You actually got that right.

"Hehe! Aren’t you spirited? You can get angry at me.

If you have the guts, why not go after the people who bully you?"

"You... what do you know?" The youth was astonished.

"I don’t need to know to guess! Hey! How about I give you a suggestion?

Look, you’re a man who’s going to die anyway, have you never thought about taking a few with you before you go?"

The youth’s face froze, as faces he’d seen in nightmares every night surfaced in his mind.

"I... I..."

"Afraid, are you? You’re not scared of dying, but you’re afraid of killing?

Look! There’s a fruit knife in the supermarket downstairs, it’s less than 50 bucks. You just need to buy one, and if you stab it in right here, ensuring the blade is horizontal, you can penetrate through the ribs and hit the heart, killing with a single strike.

If you’re ruthless enough and act quickly, you might even take out more than one. How do you like that idea?"

The youth looked at Meng Lang, dumbfounded, unable to tell whether this guy had come to persuade him or to harm him.

"What... what the hell do you want?"

Meng Lang himself seemed to look to the heavens in speechless inquiry.

"Yeah, I’d fucking like to know what I want, too.

I clearly didn’t want to save you, but here I am.

I prepared a bunch of comforting platitudes, but when it came to it, I said the harshest words.

And let me tell you! I’m always spreading positivity, but after they’ve met my ’guidance’,

many who once attempted suicide... are now attempting murder...

Isn’t that absurd?"

The youth: "..."