After hearing the word "fifty" several times, school finally ended.
William felt like he had just escaped a great disaster. He grabbed his bag, put on his cap, and started walking home.
The sun was blazing overhead, so he sat in the corner of an alley and took a sip of water.
(Phew… that's better.)
He went to the street to wait for the bus, but his eyes caught a sign: "Speed Limit 50 km/h."
His heart skipped a beat, and the strange incident came rushing back to mind.
(I'm not Lucy's son… and yeah, a lot of my games were horror ones…)
Suddenly, there was a loud pssshh — the bus had arrived.
William hopped on quickly, but then noticed a phone repair ad with the number 5050.
He muttered a curse under his breath and got off when it was his stop.
Once home, he threw himself onto his bed.
(Unless there's a logical reason, I'm not believing this…)
But deep down, he knew he already did — and that he was afraid. Maybe he should try to be a better person during these fifty days… or just forget about everything. Maybe even travel the world… though that seemed unlikely.
Then he remembered his family: a father, a mother, and a younger brother.
A bitter memory surfaced — the day they threw him out of the house and called him "useless."
William wasn't afraid of dying — he was afraid of dying in disgrace, with people speaking ill of him afterward.
Resting his hand under his head, he thought:
(If tomorrow I find a logical reason for these fifty remaining days… I'll take revenge on my family.)
Then he slowly closed his eyes… and fell asleep.