The door creaked open as I gently pushed the door open. The creak echoed through the empty air. The dim moonlight illuminated into the room through the windows transforming it into vague silhouettes. I entered the room. The floor creaked as I stepped in.
The total silence made me shudder. The cool wind brushed my body, giving me the chills. I walked towards the dark room. I strained my eyes and walked towards the centre where desk lies.
As I got to the desk, a shadowy figure ran across my back. I spun around and realize it was only my imagination. How erroneous I was. I sat on the dusty chair and rummaged through the cupboards to only discover a horrible truth.
As I rummaged, a yellow file caught my attention and my wits told me to take it out. I flipped through the dusted pages only to make me dwell in confusion. A flood of questions drowned my mind.
How could you do this I thought, you betrayed me. I was in a state of shock when steady sound of footsteps brought me back to reality. I looked up. I recognized him even though he was shrouded by the darkness. It was Giovanni, my companion.
His face lightened as he stepped forward. I asked the inevitable.
“Giovanni, how could you do this to me?” I questioned as recovered from my shock.
“You’re my friend…you trusted me….right?” he replied as his eyes locked onto me. “What re you doing in my room?” he added, giving me a faint grin.
“Answers…answers to..”
“To what?” he snapped.., “The string of murder cases?...What?...You think I did it?” he hollered as he banged the desk with his monstrous hands.
“Why...why do you do this?...What exactly is your intention?” I asked.
“Why?” he giggled,“...In this world…nothing is fair…Only the strong will survive…the weak…whimpers to death.”
“And guess what?...you are one of the weak…” he said as he reached for his belt and pulled out a revolver from a holster. He aimed the gun at me and rolled the barrel with his thumb.
“What...are you thinking you are doing?” I asked. This time, I stood up, creaking the chair and backed.
I could not move any further for the four walls trapped me into this horror.
“I could spare your lives only if…”
“Never…never will I…” I snapped but something stopped me. Pain. I felt pain on my chest. A sharp pain as if dozens of knives burst your lungs. I clutched my chest and stumbled to the cold floor. I could not move. I could feel blood gushing out from my chest. My hand bloodied.
“I hate the word never…” he whispered in my ear as I fought for the last minute of my life.
He spun around, opened the door and exited the room. He closed it back and left me lying on the floor to die.
I lay there motionless as I struggled to even breathe. Blood oozed out as if life is being sucked out from my wretched body. My body grew heavy and my vision blurred. Succumbing to fatigue or rather death, I closed my eyes and dwell in the darkness….
Broken promises...
