Trafford’s Trading Club

The girl walked back and forth in the small room.

The room was so small that the girl had to turn around after three steps and headed for the other side of the ‘room’.

She kept repeating such actions.

“How long has she been repeating this?”

Across the glass window on the door, Gloria covered her mouth, turning her head to avoid continuing watching this scene.

“Several weeks. Allie’s situation is getting worse, so I have to apply for this kind of room for her.”

Gloria’s face was still pale, because she hadn’t left the hospital for long — the knife wound had her lay in hospital for a long time.

“Why did this happen?” Gloria sobbed bitterly on Branham’s shoulder.

Branham sighed and touched his arm, as if he could still feel a mild piercing pain—The doctor said the knife wound had hurt his bones, so it’d be impossible to be as dexterous as before, “I told you that you shouldn’t come again.”

Gloria whimpered slightly.

The doctor had seen so much similar situation; he added calmly, “The patient should be under long-term stress. As far as I know, she has a poor family. In addition, from the conversation during this period, I found Miss Allie is seriously jealous, along with being very obedient. She’s been stuck in the contradiction between compliance and resistance under self-persuasion.”

The doctor shook his head, “You should understand what will happen if tense nerves go over its limit.”

“That’s my fault… I’ve never noticed it.” Gloria blamed herself, and stared at Allie, “Once she asked me, if one day she hurt me, how would I react… at that time, if I noticed… ”

The doctor sighed, “Everyone has some secrets in heart and don’t want to tell others. Miss Gloria, it’s not good for you if this becomes your guilt. Miss Allie’s problem was not formed within one or two days.”

“Doctor, can Allie get well?” Len asked as looking at the doctor heavily.

“I can’t answer this question.” The doctor shook his head, “Although medication and psychotherapy can get the patient’s condition under control, it will still depend on the patient herself, if she will get better.”

The doctor said indifferently and pointed to his heart. “In my opinion, there’s nothing wrong with her brain, but here, she can’t let it go.”

The three people thoughtfully gazed at the figure in that room.

Gloria stared at her, “I met Allie at the first day I moved and became her neighbor. That day, she wore a dress, and was sitting down, reading outside. She was very quiet and had never changed throughout these years.”

Branham pressed Gloria’s shoulders for comforting her.

Gloria smiled with a complex look, “At first, she didn’t want to be friends with me. Each time I called her from across the wooden bars, she would always run back into her room.” One day…”

Gloria thought, “One day, she suddenly went to the wooden bar and asked me if I really wanted to be friends with her. If so, she would share half of her cookie with me. But in the end, I didn’t control my mouth.”

Branham knew it wasn’t self-accusation, but she was recalling the memorable issues in childhood.

“The next day, I took some candy out of my home and shared half to her. Well, we’re both innocent during our childhood. No schemes and willing to share things with each other.” Gloria said softly, “We kept this for a dozen of years; but it’s not as the same as before now.”

Looking at Allie, Gloria asked softly, “Branham, what’s she thinking about do you think?”

Len thought for a moment, but wasn’t sure, “Maybe… the ideal world she wants?”

“Does it include us?”

“Probably…”

Allie suddenly stopped moving, but looked up at the small iron window leading to the outside, as if watching and thinking about something.

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Mrs. Maggie begged powerlessly. She couldn’t move, because she was kicked hard and fell heavily to the floor.

She could only look at the horrible thing stretching a pair of hands toward her daughter, while shaking her head bitterly and chokingly.

She didn’t know if her daughter was petrified— because the monster’s body totally blocked the sight of her daughter.

When her hands touched Lena’s face, Lena stepped back instinctively, but her shoulders were pressed by her hands soon.

Lena looked up at the split eyes and mouth. She couldn’t recognize that it was exactly the sister that told the story ending to her.

The little girl asked nervously, “Are you Mr. Monster? But why are you a girl?”

The monster suddenly looked down with widen eyes, almost sticking to Lena’s forehead.

“Are you going to eat Lena?” The little girl was shocked, clasping her pillow and almost crying out, “Are you going to eat Lena’s heart?”

She let out an equivocal voice from her throat.

Ah-!

“Lena go! Be quick!”

Mrs. Maggie shouted in horror.

She began to hold Lena’s cheeks, and opened her mouth, which had bit the two policemen’s bodies, and dyed with Marken’s blood, turning a bloody red.

Lena closed her eyes at once, and hanged her head, “Can’t you eat Lena’s heart? Lena can give you half of my heart, Lena doesn’t want to lose her whole heart, and let my parents not be able to find Lena. Can you eat half? Can you?”

She opened her eyes slowly, and found Mr. Monster… Ms. Monster didn’t eat her.

However, at the moment she opened her eyes, the monster’s horrible eyes still gazed at her, and startled her; however, she didn’t close her eyes again.

The little girl didn’t know what it was exactly.

She just naively thought that this was the Mr. Monster stepping out from the story, who gave his own heart to the girl in the story and lost his heart.

Why did it become a girl?

Lena didn’t understand these.

“Mom said Mr. Monster is ugly, but very kind. Mr. Monster will pick a lot of delicious fruits for the little girl. Can’t you remember that?” Little Lena held her pillow tightly, “However, Lena can only give you half…or a little more, but don’t take all away! Otherwise Lena will lose my heart and get lost. Is it ok?”

Okay?

Suddenly, she pushed away Lena, then lowered her head and looked at her hands, and even her appearance in the mirror.

Suddenly she stopped moving.

Lena nervously looked at her; suddenly, the weird Ms. Monster moved, walking by her and left step by step.

She went downstairs.

“Lena! Lena!”

Mrs. Maggie crawled over to her daughter slowly, and hugged her frantically.

She touched her daughter’s face with trembling hands and kept watching her, “Lena! Are you OK? did you get hurt? Don’t worry, mom is here, mom is with you.”

“Lena is okay.” Lena patted her mother’s head and said, “Mom, will that monster come back again? I just saw Mr. Monster cry, so pitiful.”

Mrs. Maggie turned back to take a glance subconsciously.

Marken was still lying in the pool of blood at corner; he would probably never move again.

Pitiful?

Who was more pitiful? Mrs. Maggie suddenly thought, ‘No one is worse of than others.’

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After going downstairs to the living room, she walked to the terrace outside the living room, and looked at the dark lake.

“Take a seat.”

At the terrace, Luo Qiu pointed at the chair next to him and gently said.