That night, your youngest brother tore up the homework book you had spent the night working on. The anger that had been pent up for a long time finally exploded, and without realizing it, you slapped him lightly. However, that small slap was enough to make him cry and call your parents.

The door to your room was kicked open hard. Your father entered with a belt in his hand, anger on his face. Without mercy, he showered you with punches while throwing insults. Your body was bruised, your heart was broken.

“Get out of this house! Don’t ever come back! Just die!” he shouted before slapping you until you fell.

You froze. Those words, “go and die,” felt like a release that you had never had. You laughed, a laugh mixed with tears and freedom. You ran out of the house barefoot under the pouring rain.

Your steps stopped at the edge of the beach. The rolling waves seemed to be calling you. With a blank stare, you stepped into the water. The further you went, the lighter the burden on your heart became.

“Finally I’m free...” you whispered with a smile. The waves engulf your body, bringing the silence you've been searching for. In the dark and cold, you're finally truly free.