How did it all come to this...
“Why did this have to happen to me, this could’ve been so much easier if only you had listened. I cannot believe this is happening, I can’t do this, I just can’t.”
“MARGARET! Calm down! Everything will be okay. You don’t have to worry about anything, I won’t tell anybody.”
“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean for anything to occur, it all just happened. I was downstairs and then i heard him yell and now this-”
“You don’t have to explain yourself, I believe you.”
“No but I feel the need to explain myself, I have to tell someone what happened or else my mind will just explode.”
“We can do that later, for now let’s just start cleaning.”
While the two began to clean, Steve wondered about her story, her reason being the obvious, but he couldn’t let anything bad happen to her, he felt the need to protect her. It was a bad accident indeed but it was only an accident, at least that’s what he kept repeating in his mind. Over and over and over again just so that he could shun the other thoughts away. It was difficult, way too difficult for him to perceive what he was doing. He kept recalling her laughing the other day with a smile as bright as the sun. The woman he was looking at yesterday couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone kill somebody. It must’ve been an accident, it has to be! But, what if it isn’t...what if what he’s doing right now is being an accomplice to a crime. To a murder, the murder of his friend. Steve never liked Roger that much but he tolerated him since he was Margaret’s husband, although he didn’t enjoy his company that much he never wished he was dead...and now, now this was all happening too fast, what if the police will catch them, what if Margaret betrays him and turns him to the police, no this can’t, she would never...would she?
“Steve? Steeeve?? Hey! Snap out of it, what is wrong with you? This is no time to ponder and think about the point of life. Now get up and help me with this trash bag.”
“Uh yeah sure, give me that.” Without realizing it, his knees gave up and he was now standing in a puddle of blood on the floor. There was no turning back now...“Why did this have to happen to me, this could’ve been so much easier if only you had listened. I cannot believe this is happening, I can’t do this, I just can’t.”
“MARGARET! Calm down! Everything will be okay. You don’t have to worry about anything, I won’t tell anybody.”
“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean for anything to occur, it all just happened. I was downstairs and then i heard him yell and now this-”
“You don’t have to explain yourself, I believe you.”
“No but I feel the need to explain myself, I have to tell someone what happened or else my mind will just explode.”
“We can do that later, for now let’s just start cleaning.”
While the two began to clean, Steve wondered about her story, her reason being the obvious, but he couldn’t let anything bad happen to her, he felt the need to protect her. It was a bad accident indeed but it was only an accident, at least that’s what he kept repeating in his mind. Over and over and over again just so that he could shun the other thoughts away. It was difficult, way too difficult for him to perceive what he was doing. He kept recalling her laughing the other day with a smile as bright as the sun. The woman he was looking at yesterday couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone kill somebody. It must’ve been an accident, it has to be! But, what if it isn’t...what if what he’s doing right now is being an accomplice to a crime. To a murder, the murder of his friend. Steve never liked Roger that much but he tolerated him since he was Margaret’s husband, although he didn’t enjoy his company that much he never wished he was dead...and now, now this was all happening too fast, what if the police will catch them, what if Margaret betrays him and turns him to the police, no this can’t, she would never...would she?
“Steve? Steeeve?? Hey! Snap out of it, what is wrong with you? This is no time to ponder and think about the point of life. Now get up and help me with this trash bag.”
“Uh yeah sure, give me that.” Without realizing it, his knees gave up and he was now standing in a puddle of blood on the floor. There was no turning back now...“Why did this have to happen to me, this could’ve been so much easier if only you had listened. I cannot believe this is happening, I can’t do this, I just can’t.”
“MARGARET! Calm down! Everything will be okay. You don’t have to worry about anything, I won’t tell anybody.”
“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean for anything to occur, it all just happened. I was downstairs and then i heard him yell and now this-”
“You don’t have to explain yourself, I believe you.”
“No but I feel the need to explain myself, I have to tell someone what happened or else my mind will just explode.”
“We can do that later, for now let’s just start cleaning.”
While the two began to clean, Steve wondered about her story, her reason being the obvious, but he couldn’t let anything bad happen to her, he felt the need to protect her. It was a bad accident indeed but it was only an accident, at least that’s what he kept repeating in his mind. Over and over and over again just so that he could shun the other thoughts away. It was difficult, way too difficult for him to perceive what he was doing. He kept recalling her laughing the other day with a smile as bright as the sun. The woman he was looking at yesterday couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone kill somebody. It must’ve been an accident, it has to be! But, what if it isn’t...what if what he’s doing right now is being an accomplice to a crime. To a murder, the murder of his friend. Steve never liked Roger that much but he tolerated him since he was Margaret’s husband, although he didn’t enjoy his company that much he never wished he was dead...and now, now this was all happening too fast, what if the police will catch them, what if Margaret betrays him and turns him to the police, no this can’t, she would never...would she?
“Steve? Steeeve?? Hey! Snap out of it, what is wrong with you? This is no time to ponder and think about the point of life. Now get up and help me with this trash bag.”
“Uh yeah sure, give me that.” Without realizing it, his knees gave up and he was now standing in a puddle of blood on the floor. There was no turning back now...
