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What happened to me? I was imprisoned in a dark room with four cement walls, lying on my back. I sat up from the ice-cold cement floor and looked around, there was no living being but me. There seemed to be a faint light filtering through a narrow crack in the corner of the room. I fumbled my way towards it, while something solid and damp rolled to my feet which made me almost stumble and fall. I bent down to get a better view of it—
Jesus! The round object from which a warm liquid was trickling down and staining the floor along its rolling track, was nothing else but a head of someone!
I jerked backward and toppled down the ground. It took almost everything I had to calm down and crawl towards it. I needed to know whom the head belonged to, and I hoped it wouldn't be familiar to me; otherwise, I might black out on the spot and never want to wake up to face something I could never bear.
Edging closer, I could just tell what the color it truly was of the incessantly trickling liquid by the dim light—scarlet, a spine-chilling shade of red. To top it off, I recognized that pair of blue eyes which I was so familiar with for they had told me all the things about love in different ways when I slept in bed with their owner every night.
A chill assaulted every sense of mine and shattered every ounce of my composure in the most ruthless way. I felt the blood draining from my face; I felt the cold inundating me all over, from head to toe, with nowhere left warm anymore.
It's not real! Not possible at all!
I ran from there and lunged to where the dim light was seeping, all I wanted now was light, so as to break up the interminable darkness which almost drove me crazy. I saw the crack and reached out, trying to grasp a glimmer of light as if it were my last and desperate hope to save me from hell.
I did it, I did grasp something in my hands!
When I opened my palms, something stung my eyes with its appalling shade—
Blood!
Blood was in my hands trickling down to the ground!
I was dumbstruck and rooted to the spot, just then a pair of hands dragged my hair backward from behind. I managed to turn around to see who it was. Once our eyes met, I staggered back involuntarily as if sighting a ghost——Yes, I did see a ghost.
A ghost I feared and hated so much all my life that I swore vengeance on it; a ghost who turned my life into hell in my youth and led me to a sinful path with my poor brother; a ghost who took away my child's father with it, leaving this world permanently without receiving enough retribution for the torture it had inflicted on our Dollangangers.
Why were you alive again and appearing in my presence? Were you going to poison my life again as you had done before?
Grandmother!
I felt goose bumps rising all over my body; I shook my head crazily and covered my mouth with trembling hands, disbelieving that she was standing in front of me right now.
Until a hoarse and raspy voice screamed out, so loud against the horrifying silence in the room.
"You are devil's spawn! You and your brother were born with sins! You crossed the line of sibling relationship when you were both just adolescents, and you even play husband and wife now! God will never forgive you! I will bring you both to the hell on behalf of the God! Look! Your beloved brother is dead now and forever, you have got his blood on your hands. You, are the one who killed him, as you killed all the men in your life! You are doomed to eternal loneliness and suffering of losing all you love!"
Her voice was so deafening that I couldn't even hear my heartbeat; it didn't just skip a beat, but stopped, to the end of time.
That's impossible! I would never kill another man in my life, especially the last and the most beloved man I had at my side! I loved him more than myself! He weighed more heavily on my heart than anything else!
But those blue eyes belonged to no one else, only to him. He was dead now, his blood still warmed my hands, but ironically chilled my heart.
Just as the fear overtook me, she reached out and strangled me with all her strength, while I was too frightened to resist, just standing stiffly, not to mention getting rid of her throttling. I didn't know which scared me more, grandmother's reappearance or my brother's death. Was I the most sinful one who killed all the men I loved? Was I doomed to death because of my forbidden relationship with my brother? If so, I would not say no to this situation, to the anger from my grandmother. Yes, she represented God to judge me, I deserved all of this.
I would welcome death with all my composure and beg to appease God's wrath. I hoped my brother and I would live an innocent life without sin or disgrace in our afterlives.
I would give it my all for our well-being, no matter what sacrifice to make.
Even if it would take my life.
I felt my breathing shallower…