The surroundings are red and the silence is deafening. Very different from the noise and excitement earlier.
Extreme speed of events. He suddenly picked me up from the table. He held me very tightly. And with his trembling hand he pushed me hard with his backward wife.
It's hot. I could feel the blood burst from the victim's injured back. Slowly he knelt down until he finally lay down on the floor. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. There was a look of shock on his face.
"You will never hurt me again… you will never hurt me again…"
He closed his eyes tightly and the trembling of his palms was gone. He approached his dying wife.
"Help me… I don't want to die…"
But he seemed deaf to her request. He lifted me up in the air and pushed me back on his wife's body. On the chest… on the neck… on the abdomen. Repeat until the floor is covered with red liquid. Until he almost bathed in blood.
The victim's breathing became shorter. Page by page… disappears.
A smile flashed on the woman's lips. He still held me tightly while his other hand caressed his wife's pale face. I noticed tears forming in his eyes.
“Dear, we will start again. Even if we fail here, I will make sure we get along well on the other side… ”
I was surprised when he lifted me up in the air again. And in a flash he kicked me again. I thought it was in her husband's body again but… but not. This time he buried me in his own chest, in front of his heart. He even managed to pull me out before he finally collapsed and lost his life on top of his wife's corpse.
It is done.
I could hear the police siren chirping from outside. There are approaching footsteps. There are those who cry. The camera clicks one at a time. Authorities are already gathering evidence but besides me, who else can clarify this tragic incident?