Looking back as it was the only thing he could do for the moment. The door creaks closing back. And darkness was all that was left on that gloomy night. The rain seemed to ignore his cold wrapped body and there was not a star to look up to for hope. But there was none to look back for. ‘To leave away from hell to suffer the coldness of what I thought was heaven’, his mind whispered a thousand times as he stood by the lawn staring regretfully to the house he never wished to live in.
He didn’t know what time it was as he never did and never will. The wait for a sun-dried morning that is not to come was the only thing he was sure of. In the darkness of that evening, the street light was the only thing standing out. Yet he did not know what it was; as all he could see was red. At that, he didn’t even know it was red forgetting what it was.
The rain stopped.
And the only sound disturbing the stillness was falling leaves taken by the wind from the twigs. Some fell upon him but he did not bother to notice. He was suffering a pain that cannot be disturbed.
‘You did it. You finally did it. It was all his fault. It is right that he is gone.’
He scream but not a sound was heard. Lacking the strength to stand, he fell to the soaked ground. He was crying, but his eyes could no longer shed a tear. ‘Why?’, he asked but there was none to answer his cry.
‘Who killed ma?’, the next question that bugged his mind as she saw her lying by the doorstep. ‘Ma, i’ll saved you ma. Dad won’t hurt you again’, he said as he stared straight at his lifeless mother’s eyes dripping red. ‘But…but…but you tried to kill me!’ and he was filled with rage, ‘you did! this is the knife you stabbed me with!’ He looked at sharpened steel held by his hand,’this is the evidence! I tell the police.’
‘But Dad’s the police!’
‘Haha, he’s already dead.’
‘He can’t get me anymore!’
Like the sudden change of the weather, his laughter broke out into the night. ‘At last! It feels good to be alive!’
The pavement he laid his frailed body was still wet with the rain and his blood when he started to walk away from it. He didn’t notice it was from his wounds as all he could see was black on it. Struggling with a pain he tried to avoid noticing, he fell again. Yet his right chest dripping blood couldn’t help him for it. He can’t stop it. He fell to the ground.
The cloudy sky was the last view before he closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes to wake up from the thoughts he hated the most.
‘And now! Did you realize why you don’t have the right to live!?”, he shouted at a girl tied on a seat. She couldn’t answer back not only that fear stopped her from gathering any thought but also her tongue was cut out along with her teeth. ‘Your eyes, they’re beautiful’, he said to her while pointing a knife straight to her forehead, ‘No! They’re not yours! They’re mine now.’
‘Thud!’, a sound of a stab and the sudden beat of her heart seemed to be same, ‘Thud!’
‘Thud!’
…
You know what happened next.
[enter] I look around my room realizing the many points I missed to tell you.
But, I’d wish you’d not ask for it. You might be robbed of your right to live.
If your not insane you’ll agree with me, ‘I don’t want that to know either.’
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You might think I’m making up an excuse for lack of writing skills. It’s just that. I don’t want to die yet.
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