Hallucination and Other Stories

By ZH Cheong

Five short stories designed to mystify and horrify and excite every reader who decides to make the decision to purchase the book. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: ZH Cheong
• Release date: Jul 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386454847

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Hallucination And Other Short Stories

By ZH Cheong

Hallucination

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Revenge

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Vastness of Infinity

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

The Actor

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

His Fault

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Hallucination

Chapter 1

The thousand page book manual was flung across the classroom and it hit me squarely in the face. The force behind the book was so great and the object so dense and heavy, that my two front teeth were knocked out of my mouth instantly.

Blood dripped from my lips and a hot tear trickled down my face. The pain was excruciating but it was the humiliation of the moment, the anger of being treated like a punching bag and the realization of life’s unfairness that really caused to me start crying.

My classmates hated me - that was the only thing that I suspected could be true. They certainly disrespected me and I knew that, I just never expected hatred.

The teacher, an unnamed female, merely paused for a second, before swiftly continuing with her lesson in earnest. Nobody, to my knowledge and observation, paid any attention to her and most treated her like a person merely coming in here to perform a show that no one was interested in watching.

I looked in the direction of the book being thrown and to my surprise, it was a girl that stared in my direction. She was pretending to look shocked. Pretending to look sorry. It was all some fucking joke that her and her sick fucking gang was up to.

Her hand over her mouth and her squeal mocked me and I honestly felt like stoning her to death on the spot.

Such a situation would have been ideal and undoubtedly a happy ending. But if I had even tried to stand up and walk to her desk, I would have ended with injuries far worse than having two front teeth fallen out.

Her friends, other bigger boys than me, would have beaten the living hell out of me. Broke a limb, dislocate a joint, maybe punch out a couple more teeth. I didn’t have no allies with me - or friends, as some might call them. Any friend I ever made all ran in the face of such people. I could hardly blame them, they did it because they didn’t want to get sent home in a cast.

I would have done the same if I were my friends. Except I was me.

I looked back at my desk and put my head down. I wiped the blood of my chin and my tears off my cheeks. I had to stay strong.

The quality of one’s experience does not depend on the situation their in; it’s their mindset that determines it. That’s what I try to believe. It’s the only belief that enables me to live my life. Without it, I would have killed myself a long time ago.

I look up at the clock. It’s 12:45am. Class ends in 15 minutes time. I had hope. I could run home fast. Then my suffering would end for the day. I’d at least have a chance to mentally recover at home and prepare myself. It was a vicious cycle but what choice did I have?

I looked at my two front teeth lying on the ground. There was some of my blood on the floor as well. I wondered if I should keep those teeth in the event that I might need them later.

Hey, I want the book back. the girl asked. The words hit me like a train. The nerve of her to still speak like that.

I picked the book up and handed it back by stretching out my arm. Throwing it back might have gotten me killed. She took it from in aggressive fashion, literally ripping the book from me.

I continue to daydream and before I knew it, the bell had rung. I packed my bag and readied myself to return home.

Then the teacher came and spoke to me. Her face didn’t have a shade of sympathy. In fact, she even seemed slightly displeased with me.

Please clean the mess up. she said while pointing at my teeth and blood on the floor.

That statement really hurt. I could hardly believe that she was requesting me to clean up a mess for which I was not responsible. A mess that caused me immense pain, terror and heartbreak.

I just stared at her, with my mouth gaping and saliva on the verge of dripping out.

She turned and left swiftly, leaving me to be the only one in the classroom. She had offed the fan and lights on her way out, making the classroom a dim place. I looked around in the darkened room and realized that this place really suited me. I wanted to be here forever.

I picked up my teeth and admired these little pieces in my hands. Their whiteness. Their allure. They had been a part of me.

I laughed at the situation I was in. Everybody was breaking me down - not just mentally, but physically! HAHAHA!

Then the tears crept in. I tried to laugh as I cried at my plight. I had a thirst for the deaths of those who pushed me to such sadness.

Right there and then, I hatched a plan. A plan to make them pay.

Chapter 2

I visualized their cries for help. Their beaten bodies. Their blood will spill like mine had today. It was the motivation for me carrying the bag of knives I have in my schoolbag. The bag was getting heavy and I needed to remember my purpose to motivate myself to continue walking to school with it.

The first prey I hunted was a giant boy. He was taller than me by a head and probably weight three times as much. He was admiring his ugly reflection in the mirror when I used a small knife I had and stuck in his throat. I had jumped and stabbed him, making sure that the knife would penetrate his beck effectively.

It had worked and blood was now spewing out violently across the toilet and some of it even got on my face. I ducked back, careful to make sure that the blood would not get on my uniform.

The giant boy tried holding the sink as his legs weakened and he was about to fall. I saw a look of horror as he noticed me. I realized that if he didn’t die, sooner or later he would come for me and I would die instead.

I jumped again and pulled the knife out. It had taken more effort than I required but this time he fell the ground as the knife was pulled out. More blood got on my face and some even got into my eyes. No matter. I stabbed him again. This time in the eye. He stopped moving completely. I still used the knife deeper into his eye, making sure that this would hurt him. He would be dead by the time I