I wake up outside my house, it’s burning. I try to get up but the wond on my leg is still fresh, I somehow manage to get up, I see my house buring and everything inside burning with it, my clothes, my tv, my bed, my memories but I don’t want to do anything to stop it, I just let it burn.
In fact somewhere deep down I want to see it burn down and very memory with. As warmth brushes through my hair I decide to sit down and unwrap the wound on my leg, as I do so and look at the gunshot wound on my leg I am reminded of the day again, when a girl was killed but who was she ?
I warp it back up and start walking towards my aunts house as we lived near by. As I reach her society and was about to enter it I see a guy standing in a distance at the four way, can’t really see his face but seems about my height, looks like he’s waiting for someone but it’s 4:00 am. He sees me looking at him so he tries not make any eye contact and walks into one of the lanes with his weird walk.
I head into the society not giving much attention to what I just saw and I knock the door, it’s 4:00 am but I knock harder not really caring about them or others. As soon as they open the door I force myself in and head to the bathroom and try to take a bath in that small ass 4 by 4 space.
After a while I come out and tell then that I’ll be staying here for like 2 day, I feel like apologising for entering like that but I don’t actually apologies to them and ask then for food instead.
After having the food I rush out the house cause I felt uneasy inside with my aunt knowing my history with her isn’t necessarily good.
As soon as I step out of the house I see the same guy I saw earlier right outside the society’s gate, he tries to run as soon as he notices that I saw him.
I try to run after him but the wound stops me from doing so, I try my best to ignore the pain and run after him, I feel the blood slowly making its way down my leg.
As I get out of the gate I see him not very far on the ground struggling to crawl his way to the footpath, ahead of him I see a black jeep which rushes off as I start walking towards him.
I can only assume that it was that the jeep that hit him.
As I am walking towards him I step on a small bag, I pick it up to see what’s in it, there all kind of pills in it mostly sleeping pills, pain killers, weed and a gun. I start walking towards him again, I grab him by his hoodie and turn him towards me so I could see his face.
It’s me, well at least he looks exactly like me. I step back in shock trying to understand what’s happening, I see him trying find something in his pockets, I think he’s looking for the bag I picked up I ask him “ask are you looking for your ……pills?”.
He instantly replies “no……ia need my phone” I look around a bit but I can’t see a phone anywhere, I step close to him and ask him “how are you?” He doesn’t answer my question instead he keeps looking for his phone arena I can see his eyes watering up.
I ask him again “how are yo-” before I can finish he shouts “how the fuck so you think ? Now give me your phone now!” He shouts as half of his face is covered in blood and more blood drips from his mouth.
I remove my phone from my pocket and hand it to him, think he might want to call someone but instead he swiping through the menu trying to find something else, I remove the gun from that bag I found and hand him the bag asking if it was his bag.
He quickly grabs the bag and removes all the pill from it and eats stuffs three of those pills in his mouth and turns back to the phone again, I get up and point the gun on him, he doesn’t even notice as he opens the gallery on my phone and opens up a pic of a girl that makes me feel uneasy, as he starts crying after looking at her picture, I can see his wrists by the way he is hold the phone, his writ filled with cuts.
I make my grip on the strong pointing it on his head, I feel guilt, I feel heavy, I feel pain and I shoot him.
Just like that all the pain, heaviness, guilt went away.