Was it my fault? Could I be the reason? I hope not. How did things end up like this? I sat in a pool of blood holding my loved one in my arms. Looking at her head which lay limp. Is this some bad dream, or a divine punishment?
“Hey, hey.” I was shaking her gently in my arms.
"Wake up, how did you fall asleep? We need to get you treated; hey, hey!”
My vision got blurry as tears began to stream down my face. It's not real, it's not, it can't be.
"Its not real!” I screeched at the top of my lungs.
“Hah, heh, haha.” I began to cackle like a hyena.
“This is all some sort of fucked up joke! Hey, WAKE UP!” I shouted and shook the delicate body so violently, it flew out of my arms, landing on the bloody ground and rolling face down.
“Aaarrrgh.” I reeled back in horror when I realized what I had done.
I slammed both fists into the ground underneath me, and began to weep uncontrollably. My body was convulsing with waves of sadness.
“What have I done?” I barely managed to say while choking on my tears.
"Please not her! Please!” I wept.
"She did nothing wrong, she had nothing to do with this! What gives you the right to play with our lives!”
I looked up at the two men in suits in front of me. One of them came a few steps forward, and threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground. Then quickly stomped it out.
“Well that's what happens when you get on the bad side of the family. Really should have known better pal.” He looked down at her body and sneered.
“Eerugh, this is nasty work, I hate doing these kind of jobs.” He said coldly
He leaned in and pointed his dirty finger into her cheek.
Rage exploded from inside me and I rushed the man.
“Don't touch her!” I screamed and reared my hand back to punch him in the face.
BANG!
My ears were ringing, what happened? I was about to hit and then? I coughed and felt some fluid pour out of my mouth. I cupped my hand underneath my mouth and looked down to see blood streaking down my hand. I looked up and saw the second man holding a smoking pistol. My vision got blurry, and I could feel a pain seeping into my chest. I looked down and saw blood bubbling out of a wound. I was shot. I felt cold and my strength left as I collapsed on the ground. I could see the two men arguing about something.
“Bloody hell, you weren't supposed to kill both of them. ”
"He was going to attack you, what did you want me to do!”
I couldn't make out their words anymore. Where was my wife? I need to see her one last time. I was dying. I knew it, I had no energy to cry. My whole being was devoted to crawling forward and seeing her one last time. It felt like she was on the other side of the world, I needed to be strong to make it. I was almost there. But my vision was going. I was almost there please, I just need her right now.
Just.
A.
Little.
More.
Few hours later
I was looking at the crime scene in front of me. It was brutal. Must have been another doing of the bloody mafia.
“Do you think they died like that sir.” I looked at my junior officer next to me then back at the bodies.
It was a little odd. To see the bodies hugging each other, together in death.
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