My Never Ending Death

It all happened so quickly.
Knives… Blood… Tears…

It didn’t matter, because in the end, there wasn’t anything that mattered.

I woke up and saw nothing. There wasn’t anything else I could describe it. In human words, nothing would be the color black or white. But this… this was literally nothing.

Then there was my wife. A happy, caring woman. She approached me and began to hug me. I almost fell for her welcoming attitude. Until there was an agonizing pain in the back of my neck. She smiled as I collapsed. Blood gushed out as I looked dully at the woman. Then my son approached me and giggled. Perhaps next time, I won’t fall for it. Perhaps next time, I’ll kill them first.

It all happened so quickly.
Knives… Blood… Tears…

It didn’t matter, because in the end, there wasn’t anything that mattered.

I woke up and saw nothing. There wasn’t anything else I could describe it. In human words, nothing would be the color black or white. But this… this was literally nothing.

Then there was my wife. A happy, caring woman. She approached me and began to hug me. I almost fell for her welcoming attitude. But I began to strangle her. She began to pull at my hands. That’s when I noticed something. She had no knife. Maybe she hid it in her pocket? No, she had none. Underneath her clothes? No, her clothes were tight and I would be able to see its shape. I already checked her back.

Did I just kill an innocent woman?

My son, my only child, approached me. Tears came running down his face.

No. It can’t be.

Then he grabbed the knife and yelled:

“I would rather be with Mama than with you! I hate you Papa!”

He plunged it in my chest. I could be angry at my wife, but never at my child. I fell on my knees and witnessed him take his own life. I felt no anger anymore. But rather, guilt.

It all happened so quickly.
Knives… Blood… Tears…

It didn’t matter, because in the end, there wasn’t anything that mattered.

I woke up and saw nothing. There wasn’t anything else I could describe it. In human words, nothing would be the color black or white. But this… this was literally nothing.

Then there was my wife. A happy, caring woman. She approached me and began to hug me. I almost fell for her welcoming attitude. Until there was an agonizing pain in the back of my neck…