DEAR, DARK

42. I killed a person

Human being. A slightly different animal from rest of those existed. An animal that is claimed to be different, wise and intelligent than those who simply try to survive.

According to humans, they live while rest of the animal survive. We are narcissistic about our own existence, walking on the grounds as we own it, swimming into the oceans as if we know it and flying into the skies as if we conquered it.

What are we humans?

Gods? Too evil to be one.

Demons? Too good to be one.

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Some of us are white as morning sky and some of us are the dark as the moonless night. Some of us wants peace and some of us wants conflicts. Some of us are here to live and some of us are here to die.

We cannot be god with sins nor can we be demons with virtue. So, what exactly are we? Did anyone ever found an answer for that? All the philosophers, all the optimists, all the nihilists, all materialists and all the pessimists spent their entire lives on one question that is... What makes human a human? And no, revolution isn't an answer.

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"Come and help me, Gigi, help me burn my lover." Mama said, tapping on the huge red suitcase that she dragged up here from those crackling stairs. She killed a boy. She killed a boy, chopped him and brought it home. That can't be her. "Neighbors should help each other!"

"You need to leave, Aylin, I can't help you right now." Gigi said, pushing the door close but Mama didn't let her and stopped it with her palm.

"Come on, Gigi, it's just a dead body, well, not exactly a dead-body now that I chopped him into few pieces." She laughed, being sarcastic over something this serious. Her face hold no guilt nor it hold any regret. She was, she was shameless of what she did. "I'll use these pieces as the wood to my fireplace."

She is inhuman. She is not even an animal. Maybe, that's why Mama and Papa were married, because they are similar. I knew Papa for 26 years but I never knew Mama until now. All I thought was she left Papa because she was tired of Papa's inhumanity and wanted to live a peaceful life but,

The reality is quite harsh. Cruel to be exact. Nothing I ever thought in my mind is true. I thought, Mama left me assets because she wanted me to be safe, but, in reality, she simply wanted Papa to hold onto me so she could do this inhuman stuff. She left me. She left me in a hell so she could create another hell somewhere else. She-

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"Another murder, honey?" Another voice appeared from behind Mama and terror rushed down my entire body. A terror that froze me on the spot and numb my body to extreme that I couldn't even feel myself. "Oh look at you, you're still fucking hot."

Papa.

"Valentino?" Mama eyes widen with surprise as she turned to look at Papa while I slammed the palm on my mouth and forced myself to not cry because, the fear I was feeling is painful that getting stabbed in the heart.