“Why did you do it?”
I couldn’t think of a reason, so I didn’t answer.
“I need to know why. Maybe it will bring me some kind of rest.”
I still said nothing.
“I thought we were happy together. I thought we wanted to share a long life together.”
I hadn’t been happy, not for a long time. And I’d never wanted to share a life with him. But I wasn’t going to say that.
“Did you ever love me?”
This wasn’t a new question. It baffled me why he repeated it.
“I loved you. I loved you very much.”
I knew that. He didn’t have to tell me for me to know. I’ve always known.
“You were everything dear to me. I would never have wanted to live without you. You were the very air I breathed. I lived for you.”
No one can be the air anyone breathed. I wanted to tell him that, but I held the words in. He had lived his life for me, but I had only wished that he’d lived for himself. It’d been such a burden. A burden I couldn’t bear anymore.
“I wanted a child with you. I thought you wanted the same.”
I never did. I never wanted a child. Never with him.
“Why did you do it? Tell me. Why?”
Because he was such a burden. Because I needed to live again. And for myself.
“What did I do wrong?”
“What did I do to deserve this?”
He was him. That was his crime. He was who he was.
“Did I even deserve this?”
Maybe not. But I deserve to live free again.
“Talk to me. Tell me why. Don’t just keep silent. Speak. I need to know why.”
It would change nothing. If he knew why, it would change nothing.
“You won’t speak. You won’t tell me why. I am torn. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. If to go. How can I live without you?”
This I could answer. This I had the answer to.
“You can’t live. You are dead. You will forever be dead, never to live again.”
I said the words and I realised that I would do it again if once wasn’t enough.
I would kill him again.
I would poison his drink and watch him writhe and spit blood until he died at my feet.
I would do it again, if once wasn’t enough.
I heard the muttered question. It was a heartbroken whisper. I turned away and stared at the padded walls of my prison. I would not speak again to him. Not tonight.
When the dead refuses to rest… lol.
Ever had an encounter with the dead? Any kind?
Spooky indeed. Well done Tm!
Very spooky! Thanks ma’am.