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THIS CRUEL LIFE
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Slowly I turn around and behold a lifeless body lying in the pool of blood. At the very instance I remembered what happen just a few minutes ago. Me and my wife had an unhappy relationship since we moved in together at the apartment where the lowest of the rent can ever be. Life seems to be very uncertain and ungrateful to us as we both struggle with the meagre income I got through my not much popular painting. I used draw a portrait of the passerby somewhere in the streets and with the little money that I earn, somehow it make our kitchen still alive. My wife never complaint but sometime insists she also willing to earn some money.
The events that lead to cold blooded murder of my wife begin when she finally begin to work in one of the departmental store. I too agreed and our life begin to see more sunshine. And days after days, months after months, i begin to notice that my wife is lavishly spending on everything she wants. And above that we moved in into more comfortable and luxurious apartment. I begin to suspect my wife and approach several times asking where the hell all this sudden richness pouring in. She gave excuses this and that, that is how frequent quarrel and argument started in our life. I know she had someone supporting her financially at my back and her unfaithfulness towards me started creeping in my mind. She used to return late in the evening and one day, that very evening where I put an end to all these miseries, she came home very late at night. We argued like anything and I lost my control and slap her as hard as I can. She, in a fit of rage, grasp the vase that was nearby and hit me on my head. I began to bleed excessively from my head and at that very instance I lost all my senses in a fit of rage and seized a kitchen knife and stab her to death. I dont remember how much time did I stab her but as I regained my conciousness there she was lying death in front of my eyes. I feel sorry myself for my own action as well as it is all because of this cruel life which destined me to be a murderer.
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. Slowly I turn around and behold a lifeless body lying in the pool of blood. At the very instance I remembered what happen just a few minutes ago. Me and my wife had an unhappy relationship since we moved in together at the apartment where the lowest of the rent can ever be. Life seems to be very uncertain and ungrateful to us as we both struggle with the meagre income I got through my not much popular painting. I used draw a portrait of the passerby somewhere in the streets and with the little money that I earn, somehow it make our kitchen still alive. My wife never complaint but sometime insists she also willing to earn some money.
The events that lead to cold blooded murder of my wife begin when she finally begin to work in one of the departmental store. I too agreed and our life begin to see more sunshine. And days after days, months after months, i begin to notice that my wife is lavishly spending on everything she wants. And above that we moved in into more comfortable and luxurious apartment. I begin to suspect my wife and approach several times asking where the hell all this sudden richness pouring in. She gave excuses this and that, that is how frequent quarrel and argument started in our life. I know she had someone supporting her financially at my back and her unfaithfulness towards me started creeping in my mind. She used to return late in the evening and one day, that very evening where I put an end to all these miseries, she came home very late at night. We argued like anything and I lost my control and slap her as hard as I can. She, in a fit of rage, grasp the vase that was nearby and hit me on my head. I began to bleed excessively from my head and at that very instance I lost all my senses in a fit of rage and seized a kitchen knife and stab her to death. I dont remember how much time did I stab her but as I regained my conciousness there she was lying death in front of my eyes. I feel sorry myself for my own action as well as it is all because of this cruel life which destined me to be a murderer.
