“Can anyone hear me?

”
I called out using my most acerbic voice in my heart, I really wanted to
shout out but I tried my best to control myself. But still, what reverberated in
my ears was the endless resonance of my voice. Cupidity felt good, like wine.
Who would have conceited that it could come to this...
Just the day before, I was a still a ruthless college student who had a
wanton disregard for authority and relished picking on losers in my class. I
would threaten them to surrender their pocket money to me in order to gather
enough fund for the brand new Nintendo Console. Customarily, I would take
advantage of those whoever were feeble and meek. There and then, under my
perpetual assault and insult to them, they became my docile slaves and money
tree. Within a month, I gathered sufficient money and decided to call upon
that shop one day. After some 30 minutes of steering wheel, I finally reached
my destination. Holding much pleasure, I entered the shop. What greeted me
cordially was an exquisite PlayStation displayed in the centre of the shop. My
eyeballs were entirely glued onto it. Looking at the price, I concluded that I
only needed 300 dollars more and resort to borrowing them from my mom
who was suffering from a debilitating disease. When I returned home, my
mother was laying on her bed and greeted in me in between uncontrollable
coughs and stutter. Upon my appearance, she was beaming with happiness as
the single parent thought I was there to look after her. However, as I
vociferated my purpose, her face turned as pale as a graveyard...
“I need money!”
“Your treatment fee for this month is just enough, tell where is it?”
Her face changed to wrinkling as rivulets of tears which only meant to
express her devastating emotions. Seeing that she refused to cooperate with
me, I knew that I need fisticuffs to remind her of the repercussions. Waving
my fists vigorously in the air, I threatened her to hand up all that she had.
She remained silence.
For moment, all that was discernible was the malicious smoke panting
relentlessly and my mother’s tears rolling down. Eventually, she agreed that I
was superior and gave in before giving me access to the money. Achieving
what I needed, I slammed the doors of my parent’s room before contentedly
counting the amount of money I had in my hands. Shunning my parent’s
melancholy snivelling, I fell asleep, deciding to visit the shop again to
purchase the PlayStation. I felt no remorse towards my actions.
The brilliant sun rays dispersed through upon the city, signalling the
beginning of a new day. I dressed myself neatly after washing up. When I
walked out of my bedroom, there was no one in the house. “Maybe my parent
went out?” I muttered to myself. Just as I was wondering where my mother
was, a sharp and clear click resonated from the living room. I hurried over to
see a plate of alluring continental breakfast on the dining table.