"No more anger" tells a story of a most unfortunate action done due to
No more anger.
It all started
on that fateful Saturday night. My heart was in my mouth. The buzzing of the
streets outside, which sounded like flies humming barely distracted me. I was
watching a horror movie entitled “Evil Dead” with my wife, Joanne. We were
newly-weds – a month exactly. We were sitting huddled together on the leather
sofa watching the movie. Joanne had large, round eyes and long raven dark hair
that rippled whenever she strode briskly beside me. A beautiful woman, Joanne
was always subjected to male looks lingering on her.
Then, the real
horror started.
The flickering
lights from the television screen which illuminated the living room stopped
flashing, plunging the living room into a sea of suffocating darkness. Joanne
let out an ear-piercing scream of bewildered terror, which sounded like a
banshee. It reverberated around the room, sending echoes into every nook and
cranny of the living room.
“Shut up, you
shameless slut!”
Who was that
person to call my wife a slut? My blood began to boil. As if in reply, two
masked men stormed into the room like stormtroopers. One of them brandished a
Swiss Army knife and barked an order for us to get out of the house. I glared
reproachfully at the masked man as I stubbornly stood rooted to the ground very
much like a statue. However, something unexpected happened.
Joanna made a
run for the door.
I gazed
admiringly at Joanne until I caught a blurry glimpse of the first masked man’s
Swiss Army knife flying towards Joanna. “No!” I let out a heart-stopping bellow
of anguish as the knife plunged into Joanne’s stomach, causing crimson red
blood to gush out of her mouth and stomach. With a thunderous thud, Joanna’s
lifeless body lay on the marble floor. She was dead. Immediately, fury consumed
my body like a fire-breathing dragon of rage and instinctively, I lunged for
the first masked man, pinning him to the ground. The second masked man dropped
his knife and grabbed the seemingly golden opportunity to flee the scene.
Throwing the first masked man aside, I picked up the second masked man’s knife
and plunged it into the second masked man’s foot. This caused him to fall flat
onto the floor.
“Please …
please. Oh! I beg you. Spare me, please?” The first masked man begged. I held
him by his shirt’s torso and replied in a raging tone, “Have you ever had an
experience of losing a loved one? Have you? Perhaps you need to die in order to
understand MY MEANING!” With that, I smashed the first masked man’s head
against the wall repeatedly as the familiar wailing sirens of the police cars
filled the air.
Till this day,
I still remember the incident vividly. Four whitewashed walls with paint
peeling off face me, every day and night. Behind the bars of my prison cell,
each day that dawns brings forth a promise of newness, of Divine forgiveness
from the Heavens for my gruesome crime. This incident has robbed me of Joanne,
but there is no more anger. No more anger, ever since that fateful day when it
manifested in me like a sudden bolt of lightning.
No more anger
since it had burned up those two cursed masked men.
No more need
of anger ever again.
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