"If you want to succeed, then you must work hard for it." 

That is what my father told me when I was young. 

My name is Yoro. It's not kind of a nice name, but on the bright side, its cool enough to be heard. I am an Asian guy with black hair but eastern features as blue eyes and white skin. And now I am seated on a first grade on the high school.

My grade is great and my face can be called quite handsome for general preferences. Additionally here, I have a beautiful girlfriend who has dating me for quite sometime now. I am definitely not low on money and my future prospects is quite bright now.

So, a really perfect life indeed.

Nevertheless, I have a good person who positively influences my life until now. A person who made me so I can reach my place right now.

It's my father

My father is a handsome man with a diligent personality which make him always put his heart into whatever he does. A typical loving father who everyone wants to have, caring and never make a fuss when you make a problem, supportive even at that. 

On the other hand, I hate him because of it.

At one time in my life, I had hope. 

"I want to be like him", I want to be someone who can make other people life better

Well, how foolish can a teen be?

Back then, my family was living in a decent condition. I have many friends who can always hang out with me. I have a mom that cares me and love me from the bottom of her heart and a father who acts as a figure to copy.

I was happy with my life at that time...

until...

Pushi!*

???: "Mghh, ugg-"

I see it...I can see it with both of my own eyes. A person, stabbed to the heart in my own house, trying to talk as he struggling to escape. The fear on those dim eyes, the obvious shaking from his whole body...

He will be dead soon.

His struggling is in vain as strength left his body. And soon enough afterwards, he fall. Drop dead to the hard ground below.

But no, that is not where my antention focussed at. In the whole time, my antention is centered on that man, on the person who killed him.

My own father.

Thud*

My legs couldn't hold me anymore. I only can helplessly fell to the ground, and thus, making my father aware of my presence in this whole time.

???: "I am sorry Yoro, I really am" he said that with guilt-filled voice at me, but I can't comprehended what the hell is he saying. My brain has completely stop working, or instead, rejected itself to work.

In my vision there, he turn his body and run away through the backside of this house. My father run so fast that in the blink of eye, he is already gone, leaving me alone here,  with eyes widen like it would come out of its socket.

Yoro: 'b-but why?... Why does he-' leave me alone... But I couldn't say the rest word there. My heart told me not to, and I agree for that. I couldn't be blinded by confusion at the time like this.

Coming out of my stuppor, I realize I should dispose the body, but how!? I never done thing like this before, and what I will do would risk my whole life in prison.

As I think of this-

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Knock knock knock*

Yoro: 'ah f*ck, not at the time like this' I cursed under my breath as I looked at the clock. The time is still 9 pm, so its definitely not a good time for visiting. So who the hell would like to come in a night like this?

I goes there and check outside for any suspicious person. And no, what I see is worse.

Police, police everywhere.

And the sirine that can be heard around is indicating more will coming soon.

Yoro: 'ah sh*t, what should I do now?!' adrenaline start to rush at my head as I think what is really going on. 

Considering all possibilities in here, there is no way that many police is just visiting to greet us. No, not when my father is not even in police departement. 

Yoro: 'they're searching for him?' it seems this was the most possible thing out here, and if that the case, I should really running in any second now. Or else, I'll have to deal with court and worse, fall into prison. 

From what i seen, there is really no good outcome if I offer myself. I didn't know anything, if my father somehow involved me in some sort of business in my back, telling them 'I found a body in my own house, my father killed him' will just backfired at me and instead make me look suspicious.

Yoro: 'better flee from the scene and make an alibi' thats the best course I can think of right now, and thats exactly what I'll do.

Our house is a bit big, so the backside of this place is a bit isolated from the rest of complex. I dont know why my father built it before, but now I thinks its used for precaution in escape route for a situasion like this.

So I run, right where my father left before. Leaving that corpse in here for cops take care off. I just dont care, I can't care any less.

Yoro: "I hope mother's okay" mumbling that under my breath, I left the house.

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But unfortunatelly, reality is harsh.

"HE IS HERE!!"

After running for a while, I finally being found out by some patroling cops. This part of city is already locked up, and thus, I have no way to run except to the dark alley.

And now I am here.

From my front, two police can be seen holding a pistol in each of their hands, aiming at me. 'I have a bad feeling' and as I thought of that, my body in a sudden jolted to the side, following whatever my instinct tell it to do.

*BANG*

'Is he crazy!?' a bullet is being shot to where I stood before.

I stand up and run once more while thinking how much problem my father has caused to make this policeman shoot it's target at sight, while me as their target just a normal civilian caught in the mess. 

*BANG* *BANG*

Just when I feels grateful to my luck for avoided that last two bullet, my luck is betraying me in the next second.

Yoro: "for f*ck sake its a dead end!" I curse while trying to find anything, anything useful and I can use at the time.

Cops: "freeze!" A sounds is coming from my back, and I know that my running seems already over.

I am slowly turn my body and raised my hand, trying to be as calm as possible. And one of them, seeing me finally cornered, grab his walky-talky to call god knows wha, while the other is still aiming his pistol at me.

???: *Bzzt* eliminte him *bzzt*

I stimutanously widen my eyes as a shot is fired to me. But I already moved to the side when that comand is executed. 

"CAN WE TALK FIRST OI!" I am trying to negotiate with them, but a glint of resolution is already firm in their eyes. While their hands is a bit shaky, it seems talking won't change their mind.

Cops: "I-I am sorry kid, b-but there is no other way" as he said this, he shoot another bullet that greeze my hand, making it bleed from the wound.

Yoro: 'shit!' I cursed in under my breath and throw a thrash bag that lying around at one of them before charging at him. This one seems new in this kind of job, and he couldn't react even when I already in front of him.

I run at him with my utmost speed and tackled him to the ground with my weight. Grabbing the hand which is holding the pistol and punch right at his face.

In that split second, I grab his pistol and fire it at the general direction of other cops and roll backwards

"ARGHH" the one I shot scream at the top of his lungs. I take it I  I hit him.

I aim the pistol at the cops whom in the ground just to be kicked in the stomach. I fall backwards and he takes this chance to push me to the ground then climb on top of me. He punches my face so hard that my head feels like spinning.

*BANG*

A shot heard, and my feet feel like shit. It hurt so bad that when I turn my head, I can see it from the outside of my pants which make my back have great chill.

'Am I bleeding?!'

the cops whose on top of my body realized that I have been shot, and decide to grab his gun back and stand up. At the moment I see it.

From my blurry vision, I can see a muzzle of his gun aimed at my head. His face that full of terror and his hand which shaking so bad that I doubt he can shoot that gun properly.

'is this the place where I'll die...?' I asked to myself just to be met with a flash that deafening my ears. 

At that moment I know. 

I had died. 

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In the nowhere...

'It's cold...why is it so cold?....'

'...ah...right....'

'...i died...'

'But why am i the one who died?... why is it not the other?...'

'...ah...right...'

'...it's because i don't know even a thing about what happened around me....'

...yes...i am...weak...

...i am...clueless...

...i am...not the one in control...

...and...i was...the one who controlled by the other...

...can i try again?...

...i want to feel...to be the one who control the other...

...can i live once more?...

...i want to be...the one who pull the string...

...hey...can i...get another chance?...

...this time...i want to be the villain...