And then there was none

She was standing in front of him, disheveled hair, a lost expression and dark quiet eyes. She had severe head injury and cuts and bruises all over. With arms stretched out, she asked for water. Her eyes were deep and stony, as if they held no expression. It was a low, depressed voice and an earnest tone. I was moved by her demeanor and serenity, the calm quiet eyes despite the need. The shuddering and wary hands, shy of her condition, yet forced to beg for life. And then, an axe fell on her outstretched hand. Her scream filled up the air. But all I could hear was the shrill laughter coming from inside. The axe was in my hands.

 

I woke up sweating profusely. It was a horrifying dream. I would never do that. I would never be able to. I am not a barbaric animal; I mean how can I even imagine something like this in my dreams? And thuddd..

I trembled with the noise. What was that? I get up and open the window of my room. The tree outside my room has been felled. The ground below is red. The morning sunshine pierces into my room and I can feel my skin burning.

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