The Demon Inside

the murder

This time when he started beating me i saw murder in his eyes . I thought that this time it was not just about torture . He meant it when he said that all that will remain of me is the body . My soul will start its journey towards another beginning and with that i could no longer bear the pain . He realeased me for a while to attend another call . There was a knife on the table . I picked it up and tip toed towards him . As soon as he turned i drove the knife in his heart . The knife which once had been used to feed a couple now served for a murder . I gasped when i looked at the dead body of my husband . I felt guilty. But then i asked myself why should i feel guilty? He was about to murder a thousand innocents . I did not just save them i freed the world from a brutal animal who only meant to distruct . I looked at the dead body that lay infront of me. A body who had once claimed to be my husband but was always the servant of a demon . His shadows spoke of the darkness inside him and the twisted smile of his made people doubt their own goodness . I somehow managed to bury the dead body whom i was ashamed to even know . i felt sorry for the soil i was digging . In some time it would hold the body of a soul so impure that even the hell would think before accepting him at their gates . We lived in a quite isolated area so burying hadnt really been a problem . I had found it strange at first ......well nobody likes to live alone in the wilderness but he had comforted me by saying that this place was safe and besides he liked the silence . Now i knew what kind of silence he had meant .