COULD'VE BEEN ME

The gigantic golden walls were adorned with ethereal paintings, while dozens of candles were ignited in the corners, accompanied by roses and lilies. At that moment, countless hands embraced my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. The waves of the sea resemble me very much. The waves of my blonde hair and the color of my eyes resemble the sea. "You look fascinating, Miss Laura," Mrs. Levo complimented me as she was putting the final touches on my lips. "Thank you, Mrs. Levo," I replied, smiling quietly. "The ceremony is about to begin," Mr. Paul announced, willing to take my hands. As soon as we went downstairs, the violin bows gently touched the violin strings, emitting enchanting melodies. Some listened to music, while others were busy courting or showing off their possessions. I observed them one by one. If they had truly revealed their inner selves, the party would have ended in disputes. I smiled, imagining such a scenario unfolding. I put my hand on the rim of my glass to take it with me to the garden. I used to go there at every party that was held. I looked at the moon, which did not allow the darkness to expand because it was full. After that, I spent a long time staring at the dark flowers, but that was soon interrupted by the feeling of a cold hand on the edge of my shoulder. Every part of my body twitched as I slowly turned my head, trying to figure out whose hand it was. I smiled and felt relieved when I saw him smiling elegantly. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he said, looking into my eyes. "It's okay, I'm used to you scaring me with your cold hands," I said after turning my head to face the flowers again. "You can come up with an excuse when this party isn't yours, but you should go back now, Laura. Appreciate the effort that was made for you," he said, while he was looking at the flowers too. I did not want to be ungrateful, but I despised being around those people. "Haven't you started writing your next novel?" I said, pushing his chest with my hands, trying to drop him onto the grass. He held my hand and raised his body with a smile on his face. "As usual, you're trying to change the subject." Time passed without us realizing it. The hours felt like minutes, but soon our long conversation was interrupted by a loud voice that issued screams filled with incomprehensible words, trying to attract everyone's attention. I felt something strange the moment I heard his voice, and I didn't feel my feet running inside. I felt afraid. I felt that something would happen today. I turned my eyes around without knowing whom I was looking for. His voice rose, but with understandable words this time. "(The oppressor must be oppressed, and the murderer must be killed)," he said, turning his wide eyes and smiling dully. "Isn't that so, or do you have a different opinion, you rich people?" he wanted to sound confident and intimidating, but his voice was shaky and full of sadness. I continued to look at him in amazement. He jumped from the table he was sitting on and ran towards my grandfather. Everyone was amazed and confused at the same time. "(Isn't it?)" he shouted at my grandfather after he inserted a knife into his chest, which became covered with blood. I could not move, and I did not feel Carl's hands that wrapped around my body, trying to embrace it, nor his hands that were placed over my eyes, trying to obscure my vision. I did not feel anything, as if I were the one who had been stabbed.