"...So sleepy."
Darwin's body gradually lost energy.
His mind also began to become more empty.
His eyes were dull, unable to hide his fatigue.
The sleeping pills had started to take effect.
"No! I must live!"
His eyes lit up, filled with determination and anger.
Without hesitation, Darwin gripped the fork tightly, then stabbed it hard into his thigh.
"Argh!!!!!!"
It was a terrible pain.
Worse yet, it could lead to infection, leaving permanent sequelae if not treated promptly.
However, this wound was worth it.
Because Darwin had regained a bit of his sanity.
"What are you doing, you naughty son!?"
Darwin's father stood up, looking at him as if he were looking at a disgusting pile of trash.
"Don't come near me!"
He shouted.
"I hate you! I hate you! I will never forgive you!"
Staggering, Darwin left the dining table, not forgetting to point the still bloody fork at his father.
"You don't deserve to live in this world! Die! Please disappear!"
