What The Stars Said About Us

The Murderer

It down to me that i had made a great mistake. "oh my God! what did i do?" i muttered to myself after discovering that the so called beast didn't move from where I knocked it down. "oh my God! what did i just do?" i said to myself again. "hey, can you hear me?" i asked the so called beast. It wasn't a beast at all. it was a human being i knocked down on the floor. i was deluded by the scary appearance of the person from behind.

I removed the hoody cap from the person and that's when i discovered that it was a lady. I wasn't scared anymore but felt so remorse for my impatient. "hey. can you hear me? I asked again. Her eyes was all closed and she didn't respond to my call. I noticed that she had already passed out when i checked her heartbeat rate. "Oh my God! I'm in nothing but big trouble. what do I do?" I said to myself in such a weak and fearful tone. it appeared to me that I've found what I was searching for. I wanted to know what's up on the street at midnight and I landed myself in an unexpected trouble. I thought about my mother. She must not see this. she would instantly turn to a designer. Designing every part of my body with her deadly whip.

i looked around the and saw no one. No one must even see this. That night happened to be what i could describe as a blessed night. The cops that always patrol our area were nowhere to be found. So, no one really saw what i did. Everything is known by me and myself. So, I thought I was safe. In this kind of situation, there are only two alternatives. And that's either you take responsibility and die or you leave to live. I decided to choose the latter. I communicated with my feet which has become so weak and it listened to me. I faced the path to my house and began to run hastily. The place, where I could describe as crime scene wasn't really far to home. So, I knew I'd get home so soon. However, something stroke me when I almost got. home. The thought that I've suddenly became a murderer arose within me. I checked my hand and I saw it stained with blood. Although there was really no blood in my hand but the belief is that when you murder someone, there is blood stain in your hand already. "No, i can't do this." I said to myself again. I was at the entrance to my house when i turned around. I decided to return to the crime scene and see for myself what's happening.

I stayed behind the streetlight where I knew that no one would notice me. Then I saw the lady where and how I left her. "so, I've truly become a murderer?" I asked myself, then continued. "Even if I was going to be a murderer, i should become one with dignity." On that night, I learnt that when you're in trouble, it's either you think about the solution or you became hopeless. For my case, there was no solution. I've become hopeless. I was no more feeling cold. I came out of my hideout and walked towards the lady to cover her face, then clean my fingerprints.

What I saw when I got to her was more terrifying. I discovered she has lost some blood. I overlooked it then did what i wanted to do. And there came a significant sign when I did it. My mom used to tell me about dead bodies because she's a nurse. She said the body of someone became cold when he or she died. However, this lady's body wasn't cold and i didn't know the reason. Who knows if she was alive? Who knows if she was pretending? But this was no more pretense. I decided to check for myself through her heartbeat. Then I heard some sounds like a slow jazz beat coming out from her. She was truly alive. Her body wasn't cold. That means she was alive. I couldn't leave her there anymore since grace has said she would have the chance to live again.

I felt something choking me on my way home. "how can a lady could be this heavy?" I said to myself. I wondered what this lady would weigh on a scale of measurement. I couldn't just give up on her like that since my mother was a nurse and I know she would take care of her. Though I've determined to conceal the root of the issue when i reach home. But my mom happened to be a kind of detective. You can't easily delude her. she would definitely get you. Whichever way, all I wanted was for her to treat her. I've given her some first aid treatment earlier, so i knew she was stable.

When I reached home, I didn't know that the lady had regained her consciousness. She began to struggle at my back while I dropped her. She would surely be wondering where I was taking her to. A stranger. She looked at me keenly with her shining blue eyes like the twilight. She didn't say a word. With the way she stood, I knew she needs real treatment and it's only my mom who could give her for free. "hi!" I said waving to her, but she didn't respond. "look, I'm sorry for that I did. it was a mistake. I'm ready to take responsibility for it. i promise i would." I pleaded gently. Despite my plea and what all I said, this lady didn't respond to me. She was standing like who she appeared to be. she has a rectangular face with a broad nose. She is moderate, not too slim and too chubby. Yoga pants seemed to be specially made for her. Cos the one she wore looked moderate on her. In short, she's an epitome of beauty. All these i was admiring when i noticed that she had left. I looked around and saw that she had really gone far. "what? can't believe she left with such injury. it's okay." I said stretching my hands to indicate that i didn't care. "oh my God! what's this?" Mom yelled holding her whip at the entrance door.