Depressed Souls

It's been an year after she dumped me and I don't know why I'm still alive. I have tried almost every life hack to bring my lost charm,but I just couldn't. It was not that easy. But I liked this dark side in me. I have embraced it totally now. My path was clear. Revenge is the only thing I have in mind. She should suffer the way like i did. She should rest her face on my foot and beg for forgiveness. And most importantly she must die.

Every person needs a mentor, who pushes you to do something you have never done. Even I had one. It was Ted Bundy,the most brutal serial killer in the history of mankind. I liked him a lot because I felt exactly the same way he did. He says, "Murder is not about lust and it's not about violence. It's about possession. When you feel the last breath of life coming out of the women, you look into her eyes. At that point, it's being god. "

And the preparation for my feast have begun. I want to enjoy each and every bit of the act. I started to inquire more about her. Once I was eavesdropping around her table in a hotel. She was with her friends. One of her friends said that she should stop cheating guys for money and sex. Her reply was " I don't give fuck about those guys.They all were a bunch of sex addicts and emotional dogs." "She deserves to die." I said to myself.

The stage was set.I kidnapped her and locked her in a room near a deserted area. I injected her with a horse tranquilizer. I made her naked and tied her to a bed. In order to avoid the blood stains I covered her and the entire room in plastic sheets. I took the saw and I was about to drop my first blow on her. I realized something. She should know the pain in death otherwise my revenge is tasteless. 

Meanwhile I started to check her belongings. There was a book. A personal diary. In her hand writing, she wrote" I was raped today for the tenth time by my step brother and father" .As I went on I couldn't believe she went through all that. All that could be fake but the scars on her chest and thighs don't lie. They were not love bites.

All this did not alter my mind.She deserved to die at least once for my sake and for all the guys she cheated upon. She was coming into conscious. I looked at her.She looked at me. She was in tears. I guess, she understood the plot. I pointed to the book with my saw and asked her "Is this shit true ?" 

I unwrapped her mouth so she could answer my question. She said yes. "Why do you cry now. Aren't you satisfied with the lives you spoiled ?" I asked. "Yes. I deserve to die. Please kill me." she replied. "We will get there dear, eventually." Saying that I made my first cut on her lips with my pocket knife. She started experiencing the pain sooner than I expected. I asked her why. Why she played with the lives of innocent guys ? 

Her reply was "I didn't play with them. I saved them. My rejection helped them to fight depression and overcome it. That was my motto. A lot of guys are hooked into girls like there is no life without them. They forget who they are, what they do, why they live, and blindly follow behind a girl without thinking about their families. I guess you did not over come like others. That's a very good reason for me to die. Do it! " 

I dropped the knife. There were tears in my eyes.Suddenly faces of my parents, friends and other well wishers passed through my mind. It's not that easy to kill. I cried like a baby. I ran outside the room rushed to my parents place. I saw my mother. She asked me "what happened you look so worried. Is Everything alright? "  I fell on her feet and begged for her forgiveness.

 As I turned my head towards the TV there was a news about a suicide. It was her. She committed suicide. She was a depressed soul and so I am too. I went out for sometime to get some fresh air. I saw a truck which was coming towards a school kid at a very high speed. I saw the driver was unable to control it. I managed to push him out of the way. But I got brutally hit by the truck. I was bleeding. I was unable to move any part of my body. And suddenly I see her lending her hand to me to get back up. She took me to a far away place where no one ever lived. It was a paradise. I asked her what is this place. She said its the place reserved only for the depressed souls like us