What the hell had he done...? It was her who had taken everything, and everyone. She left him void of everything, physically, spiritually drained. . His daughter was taken away from him, and the woman he loved had run off with another man. Was this the life he chose for himself?
Had he somehow deserved this for all the years of loyalty and love? She must never have reciprocated those feelings... the day his daughter was born. The day they were married. All these things meant nothing, and left an empty void in his heart. It was as if he had woken up one day and everything in his life had died.
He wandered the desolate streets in search of something, anything really, trying to find a way to live through this. He stopped short in an alley, just behind a bar, exhausted. In the fog of his life, a woman slowly appeared in the mist, she must be on her way home from a job, or something. Walking past him, she barely noticed the man who's soul was crumbling apart in the space she was in.
Each step quaked in his heart as he slowly got up, and began walking to the home he had been kicked out of. Taking a short step through the door, he was welcomed by warmth, reminiscent of the days he used to live in. His daughter ran through the hall, sprinting to his embrace, as his wife gave him a smile and a peck on a cheek. Sharing coffee by the fireplace, he couldn't resist the urge to kiss his wife again.
As he went to embrace her, his face fell into the wet concrete of the alley, ripped from a dream of better times. Splashed with water upon his face, he stumbled to his feet, and wandered back to his parents home, which he had been staying in since the divorce. He came upon a wooden birch door and opened it to find his old room when he was a child. It had changed significantly since he had moved back in however, and was much more desolate than before. The posters and other symbols of individuality long ripped away from the walls.
He looked at a small box on his bed intently, almost cautiously, before opening it and retrieving a small gun, one he had bought a year ago, when this first started. He cleaned it slowly and precisely, remembering all the days of mixed heaven and hell he lived through. Stuffing it in the back of his pants along with a knife, he moved out to the door of his car.
We said love lasted forever.
Slowly he got into his vehicle, driving to where he knew she lived, where she was with that other man, sleeping on his bed and selling her false love to him. As he knocked on the door, he checked the gun. There were two bullets... but this man didn't deserve a single bullet. As he opened the door, he knew it was too late to go back.
But is it my fault? Years spent watching in silence, as she slowly drifted away from me.
The knife from his back pocket had moved to the mans skull, killing him instantly and bringing him to the floor and then the afterlife. He walked into the bedroom, his love sleeping under the covers.
How could I be so blind? If this is what you call betrayal... then this is what I call revenge.
He lifted the gun, and aimed it dead center at her head. She slowly began waking up, and stared at him with eyes the size of the moon. They both knew what the next step was.
Should I apologize? Such a pathetic look... Just the sight of you makes me sick. Empty eyes accuse a face so evil. My stomach heaves as I feel the blood that covers me, and knowing that hers will too.
Fuu... I'm in such a dark writing mood today. xP
Chapters: 2 - Word Count: 11,733