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were dull and bare. He paced up and down the road, occasionally
mumbling to himself while fidgeting nervously. His once kind face
had turned ashen grey, and wrinkles of worry were plastered on his
forehead. He heard children laughing and playing in the distance,
caught up in a world of their own. They were so selfish in the man’s
eyes, so ignorant. The man’s anxious expression slowly morphed
into anger, hidden with a blank face. As he tensed his muscles and
clenched his fists, he slowly entered back inside.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
She was already unconscious.
“You’re fine now. Let’s go home.”
“Don’t do that again okay? You’re safe with me.”
Nod.
“Come on now. What do you want for dinner?”
He was oblivious as he cooked up the usual microwave dinner.
He warmed up his hands at the stove, and washed the dishes from
three days ago. The girl slipped into the kitchen, without any
presence whatsoever. She clasped her hands around the knife, and
walked, head down, back to her bedroom. Counting her breaths,
she started sniffling quietly. Fear engulfed her, and with every
breath she became more and more afraid. The only thing that
calmed her down was the words that she repeated in her head.
I hate him.
As the man called her out for dinner, she hid the knife behind her
back, and shuffled to the dinner table. He brought out the hot,
steaming, cheap pasta dish, and as he bent down to place the plate
down, she did it. Her small fingers grasped the knife desperately,
and she plunged it down in his neck.
Guilt. An emotion that is not seen, but felt. An invisible burden
that stays with you, until someone finally lifts it off. A monster that
may hide but will always be there until finally extinguished. He felt
his shoulders relax, and he knew, that she had finally killed the
monster inside.
He saw her for the last time. Her raven black hair lay perfectly on
her narrow shoulders. Her brown eyes were welling up with tears.
He suddenly remembered their first encounter. Her misery and
despair were disappearing, and she looked… free. The man smiled
one last time as he mouthed his last words.
Thank you.
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