Posts Tagged ‘Guilt’
Guilt
Palms stained with blood , I stood rooted to the ground . Panicking with fear, and knowing that there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could change fate.
The boy, aged of a toddler, laid motionless in my arms with his eyes wide open. His pupils were directed at me. Almost as if, I was the one at fault.
His head was ripped into 2 halves and his brain had fallen into the drain, spattering into pieces. Blood was oozing from every pore of his body, and … It was the most horrible sight I’d have seen.
My relatives were in the car too. I had stopped somewhere, I couldn’t remember where and why on Earth I ever stopped for . The passenger seat (next to the driver) was where the boy was seated, the the rear seats were my aunts .
As I left the car, the boy took over the wheel and stepped on the accelerator causing the car to plunge into the drain . The car was wrecked, with dents, shattered glass and a smoking engine . Worse still, there was a bleeding body at the side of the drain.
Why!? Why didn’t I place the safety belt on the boy? Who was this boy? Why Did I care? Thoughts ran through my mind like a bullet train yet they were left unanswered .
I rushed to the scene . I flinched, gasping with shock from the horrid sight. Tears flowed non-stop like a river, my face turned red, raging with adrenaline. I couldn’t do anything , nothing at all, I was useless .
“God, no.” I muttered under my breath. “God, save me.”
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I struggled, grabbing the quilt tightly as if I was cuffed like a prisoner not allowing to escape death penalty – the electric chair .
Then, I woke up, with sweat dripping from the tips of my hair . Sighing with relief, “It was just a nightmare..”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help..” I apologised softly .
It was weird . It couldn’t possibly happen, but the dream seemed like it was so… real.
I picked up my bag, and got ready for school .
Picture of teh day: Life – even at its darkest corners . Treasure it . =)
