I am Watching You : A True Story Of murder

Chapter 9

The wipers of the car weren't able to cacth on, to postpone the curtain of the rain...Cemal parked the car to the pupilary of desolation. He breathed the horror closely. After all, death had passed from here scaping. In the air, the fear of death that was mixed with earth smells of rain... The night was was the widest shelter of murder anyway in every meridian circle. Cemal's every step was a window that was opened to concern. He had no wish to meet a new corpse tonight. But the duty was inescapable.

Night had attached the moon to it's collar like a diamond brooch.

Black clouds were dispersed, promising to meet again in a new activity.

The moon was trying to infiltrate the house crashing with the light of the kitchen lamp. The rain was withdrawn from the window leaving the fingerprints on the glass. Jülide was standing in front of the kitchen stand like an exclamation mark. She carried on rinsing the plate in her palms. An unseen peace spread on her face. And Jale's dead body lying on the table, deep purple...

Julide never hesitated to get into action. Because the magma layer of hatred which had accumulated inside her had overflown long time ago. Because since her childhood whatever she wanted was taken away from her hands by Jale. Cemal was the last one...Nobody could guess the volume of Julide's dissapointment. Jülide was extremely tired of this competition that was going for forty years.

And she wanted to win the last round, by taking the sweet life of Jale that she loved so much.

It was a dinner as always, putting carnation on the collar of sorrow. In the begining it was a farewell of another day of two missed lives.

Tonight there were no whispers of children in the house, there was no husband to ring the doorbell again. Food was being eaten in the kitchen that was filled with silence. Jülide was as calm as a lake as if it was not she who was going to strangle her sister in a short while. In fact, she was not that far to the thought of murder. In her head she had killed Jale several times in different ways.

She slowly got up from the table with an excuse. The time for revenge had come for Jülide. She went to the bedroom and took the belt that she had prepared before like a rope. She felt neither excitement, nor fear. She didn't even care that she was going to be a sister killer and going to rot in jail. She headed towards the kitchen with sneaky and dark steps as a leopard approaching it's prey. She was going to fade lillies of the time in Jale's hand immediately. With the belt hidden behind her she went into the kitchen . Jale was sitting at the table with her back to the door. She put the belt on her neck speedily and started to squeeze with all her strength.

Her victim was shaken strongly and tried to protect her throat. A strangled moan was coming out of her mouth. Julide, tightened the belt stronger. The blindsided Jale with her unconciously shaken hands, scattered everything on the table. The chronic hatred inside Julide had erupted like a volcano at last. A deep violence was flowing from her fingers towards Jale's throat. Then the flounderings stopped. Jale had breathed her last breath finally. He rface was deep purple, and her eyes were wide open.

She kept on pressing the belt to be sure that she was dead. When she finalized pressing it, Jale's head fell on to the table like an overthrown tree. All of a sudden Jale felt herself as light as a feather. Her soul was filled with an indiscrabible peace. Finally she had succeeded.

She immediately went into the bathroom and tidied her hair. She shouldn't meet the police with an untidy appereance. She carefully put on her make-up and combed her hair. Then returned to the kitchen and tidied up the table.

Calling the police she told them in cold blood that she had commited a murder. And she carried on washing the dishes while she was waiting for the police.