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Blood in my heart
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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. I could see my two children laying in a pool of blood my wife's face was pale she was sitting like there is no soul in the body; smirking while looking at the lawn. In my heart I knew I had committed crime. I screamed, I cried as my children’s bodies were on my lap but there was no sorrow on her face ,she was quiet; extremely quiet.
As I was about to call the ambulance knowing in my heart that they are gone, she stopped me "Honey, they are gone now, they are resting. Don't make noise". Her satisfied face with eyes full of tears had me perplexed. Why is the woman not angry while her husband has committed a vicious crime? Is this love or a sense of losing someone whom she loved since childhood. Anyhow, someone from the neighbourhood did call the police as they wanted to know what had happened; since I had unconscious and had no recollection of what had happened. There was a guy named John who was a family friend since we were kids. From nowhere, he arrived after a long period of time from somewhere which we never enquired about, and suddenly after the incident he disappeared. I am in a mental asylum telling my stories to the doctors. They want to know about my past if I have ever been physically or mentally abused by our elders? What led me to commit such an heinous crime.
The asylum is located in a countryside. There was nothing to be seen but the barren lands as far as one could see. I was in a children's prison for a murder of someone I don't remember at all. I grew up with this burden which will haunt me forever, till my last breath.
Neena was the name of my wife. She was a happy a girl who always dreamt of having a life with me. Her wonderful smell always brought aroma and freshness to my life. She loved me so much that she could not imagine a single second of her life without me and so did I. She was an absolute beauty and her skin shone like pearl. Every moment we spent together was like we were living the last moments of our lives. She had beautiful hands, golden hair and big eyebrows; she looked like an angel from another world.
John on the other hand liked Neena too but never told her. Neena and I knew this and John knew too that we know , then why he was there even then. He was a rich, good looking, tall man, then why Neena wasn't with her, these were some questions that kept dwelling into my mind. I was never jealous of him because I knew that I have her but what about him? In my heart, I know John was a good friend, a true friend, but there was something going on in his mind. Every now and then he kept telling me mysterious things about Neena, may be because he wanted to take her away from me.
Neena was always curious about why I killed a girl when I was a kid. Every time. I gave her the same answer, “For love”. After receiving this reply from me, I could see the satisfaction and relief on her face. I am sure, John killed my children but why he would do so he was a good friend; is Neena the reason why he killed them. No, no, John cannot do this; I kept telling this to myself.
My life was always rough, no charm, no happiness, nothing except Neena. She was the only happiness I had in my life. Doctors kept trying to know why I did this. Did Neena help me or was there someone else.
After a week or two I got the news, they didn't just find two bodies but a total of three bodies including a woman, whose hair were golden, and she had big eyebrows. Oh my God, did I kill Neena too!! The doctors treated me like I was a psychopath which he was himself in his teens too. But he overcame his trauma and and treated many patients like me or, let's say like him.
It's been several years since all this happened. I could still feel the warm bodies of my children and the pale look on her face.
With several experiments, doctors finally know why I did this. Why I killed a girl when I was a kid; why John left us and came back and then vanished again; why Neena never hated me. But before they tell me all this, we should know how Neena came into my life.When me and John were 12 years old, she came from country side with big dreams in her heart as she used to listen to the stories of her grandmother about life in the city, near the ocean where everyone was happy, no sense of melancholy ,no anxiety and no sorrow. There was only love. She grew up with such ideas in her mind and she lived up to it for a while but after every sunny day, there are dark nights too. After we got married, couple of years later, I decided to earn more money because I had big dreams. I started going out to other towns for business expansion. Neena was all alone in the house. She felt lonely. She was like every other homely woman who spent their time in cooking food, cleaning dishes. Although she always wanted to have a family, but was not ready to let me go for so many days and a sense of ignorance started which led to creation of multiple personalities in her. I think these were the things which John always wanted to tell me when we were kids that some time her behaviour is weird and unexpected, but I was not ready to listen anything about her since she was the love of my life. Somehow John found out the information about the girl I killed. It wasn't me, it was Neena who killed her and I took the responsibility.
But he never told anyone because he was a good friend.
John never liked Neena!! He liked me,he was gay. He told Neena and after this I never saw John again. I never saw my best friend again. Neena never asked me about him as if he was never there in our lives.
Neena always had this multiple personality disorder. After murdering that girl, she felt unconscious and after regaining consciousness, she couldn't remember anything. She was happy knowing that the girl is gone but also said that I did this. She never knew that she did it, since I took the blame.
John never came back. But I had to build up the story to save my lovely Neena. I told police John came back in our lives and started threatening Neena, when I was not in the house. They never trusted me with the lies. They got to know as John was gone long time ago; and the police never found out who killed him.
But they wanted to know why I murdered my kids, and with all sorts of investigation, they came up with the shocking conclusion that it wasn't me, it was Neena who did this.
The fear of losing me and spending time with my kids she wasn't ready to share her love with anyone, even with her own kids. When I returned from the business travel on that horrific night, I was happy knowing that I am going to spend some peaceful time with my beautiful family. As soon as I entered home, I screamed, “Neena!!Neena!! Where are you! I am home. Where are the kids, honey!! Neena was quiet. She replied, “They are sleeping, don't disturb them. Come, Let’s sit in peace for a while. She was never so quiet. She was always a happy go lucky girl. As I stepped into our dining area, I saw the horror of my life. My children were gone. I rushed to take out the knife from their body and also succeeded , but suddenly fell down and stepped into the pool of blood and I was unconscious.
Then I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me?
©️ Fareed Ahmad khan
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. I could see my two children laying in a pool of blood my wife's face was pale she was sitting like there is no soul in the body; smirking while looking at the lawn. In my heart I knew I had committed crime. I screamed, I cried as my children’s bodies were on my lap but there was no sorrow on her face ,she was quiet; extremely quiet.
As I was about to call the ambulance knowing in my heart that they are gone, she stopped me "Honey, they are gone now, they are resting. Don't make noise". Her satisfied face with eyes full of tears had me perplexed. Why is the woman not angry while her husband has committed a vicious crime? Is this love or a sense of losing someone whom she loved since childhood. Anyhow, someone from the neighbourhood did call the police as they wanted to know what had happened; since I had unconscious and had no recollection of what had happened. There was a guy named John who was a family friend since we were kids. From nowhere, he arrived after a long period of time from somewhere which we never enquired about, and suddenly after the incident he disappeared. I am in a mental asylum telling my stories to the doctors. They want to know about my past if I have ever been physically or mentally abused by our elders? What led me to commit such an heinous crime.
The asylum is located in a countryside. There was nothing to be seen but the barren lands as far as one could see. I was in a children's prison for a murder of someone I don't remember at all. I grew up with this burden which will haunt me forever, till my last breath.
Neena was the name of my wife. She was a happy a girl who always dreamt of having a life with me. Her wonderful smell always brought aroma and freshness to my life. She loved me so much that she could not imagine a single second of her life without me and so did I. She was an absolute beauty and her skin shone like pearl. Every moment we spent together was like we were living the last moments of our lives. She had beautiful hands, golden hair and big eyebrows; she looked like an angel from another world.
John on the other hand liked Neena too but never told her. Neena and I knew this and John knew too that we know , then why he was there even then. He was a rich, good looking, tall man, then why Neena wasn't with her, these were some questions that kept dwelling into my mind. I was never jealous of him because I knew that I have her but what about him? In my heart, I know John was a good friend, a true friend, but there was something going on in his mind. Every now and then he kept telling me mysterious things about Neena, may be because he wanted to take her away from me.
Neena was always curious about why I killed a girl when I was a kid. Every time. I gave her the same answer, “For love”. After receiving this reply from me, I could see the satisfaction and relief on her face. I am sure, John killed my children but why he would do so he was a good friend; is Neena the reason why he killed them. No, no, John cannot do this; I kept telling this to myself.
My life was always rough, no charm, no happiness, nothing except Neena. She was the only happiness I had in my life. Doctors kept trying to know why I did this. Did Neena help me or was there someone else.
After a week or two I got the news, they didn't just find two bodies but a total of three bodies including a woman, whose hair were golden, and she had big eyebrows. Oh my God, did I kill Neena too!! The doctors treated me like I was a psychopath which he was himself in his teens too. But he overcame his trauma and and treated many patients like me or, let's say like him.
It's been several years since all this happened. I could still feel the warm bodies of my children and the pale look on her face.
With several experiments, doctors finally know why I did this. Why I killed a girl when I was a kid; why John left us and came back and then vanished again; why Neena never hated me. But before they tell me all this, we should know how Neena came into my life.When me and John were 12 years old, she came from country side with big dreams in her heart as she used to listen to the stories of her grandmother about life in the city, near the ocean where everyone was happy, no sense of melancholy ,no anxiety and no sorrow. There was only love. She grew up with such ideas in her mind and she lived up to it for a while but after every sunny day, there are dark nights too. After we got married, couple of years later, I decided to earn more money because I had big dreams. I started going out to other towns for business expansion. Neena was all alone in the house. She felt lonely. She was like every other homely woman who spent their time in cooking food, cleaning dishes. Although she always wanted to have a family, but was not ready to let me go for so many days and a sense of ignorance started which led to creation of multiple personalities in her. I think these were the things which John always wanted to tell me when we were kids that some time her behaviour is weird and unexpected, but I was not ready to listen anything about her since she was the love of my life. Somehow John found out the information about the girl I killed. It wasn't me, it was Neena who killed her and I took the responsibility.
But he never told anyone because he was a good friend.
John never liked Neena!! He liked me,he was gay. He told Neena and after this I never saw John again. I never saw my best friend again. Neena never asked me about him as if he was never there in our lives.
Neena always had this multiple personality disorder. After murdering that girl, she felt unconscious and after regaining consciousness, she couldn't remember anything. She was happy knowing that the girl is gone but also said that I did this. She never knew that she did it, since I took the blame.
John never came back. But I had to build up the story to save my lovely Neena. I told police John came back in our lives and started threatening Neena, when I was not in the house. They never trusted me with the lies. They got to know as John was gone long time ago; and the police never found out who killed him.
But they wanted to know why I murdered my kids, and with all sorts of investigation, they came up with the shocking conclusion that it wasn't me, it was Neena who did this.
The fear of losing me and spending time with my kids she wasn't ready to share her love with anyone, even with her own kids. When I returned from the business travel on that horrific night, I was happy knowing that I am going to spend some peaceful time with my beautiful family. As soon as I entered home, I screamed, “Neena!!Neena!! Where are you! I am home. Where are the kids, honey!! Neena was quiet. She replied, “They are sleeping, don't disturb them. Come, Let’s sit in peace for a while. She was never so quiet. She was always a happy go lucky girl. As I stepped into our dining area, I saw the horror of my life. My children were gone. I rushed to take out the knife from their body and also succeeded , but suddenly fell down and stepped into the pool of blood and I was unconscious.
Then I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me?
©️ Fareed Ahmad khan
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