Let Me See You in Heaven

I never murder anybody!

Heyyyy dudes, miss me?

Well, this is the second chapter.... about the second guy! Daviat!

clare

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Chapter 2

Daviat's POV

It’s the 99th day, I’m in this place. The prove is the red ink all over the calendar. I look at it for a long time, without moving, without blinking. This is all wrong. I slam the walls. I never killed anybody in my life. Then why did I giving myself up when I didn’t do it? I froze.

“Daviat.” I startled.

“What do you want?” I answer quickly looking at the person in front of me. He looked in my eyes seriously. Yeah, I know that he know what’s actually going on here.

“When will you end this drama of yours?”

“What drama?” I asked, smiling. “Aren’t you afraid to talk with a murderer?” I step closer to the pipes in front of me, the only thing that divide us.

“Look here Daviat, I know you didn’t kill anybody. I believe in you, you never killed anybody. So just stop this drama and tell us who’s the real murderer is. Please Daviat, you can’t keep this drama going forever.”

“Not forever. Just 5 years and I’ll be free.” I smile again at him.

“You don’t understand! If you didn’t tell us the real culprit, who knows who’ll get killed next?”

I grabbed his collar and he shut his mouth. I stare at him, like I’m going to murder him. He knows something that other cops didn’t know. He knows everything that going on here. I ask him with my eyes, do you think I want to be in this cell too? I don’t want, but this is my decision. I have to do this. Doesn’t matter if I agree or disagree. I have to. Like he understand what I’ve said, he hold my hand.

“You’re not alone.”

I lie in that bed for hours. I can’t sleep, can’t eat or even talk. The food they gave me, it looks like a rat fresh from the sewer. It’s 1 AM and my eyes won’t close. I keep thinking about what Charles said. Yes, I can’t keep this drama going, I know this isn’t right. I know that what I’ve been doing is wrong. I closed my eyes with my arm. I wish I know what to do. I wish time can rotate. I wish I can tell everything that happened in the past. 

Sigh. But if that happens, everything will be a disaster. My mind flew to that scene. Everything was red, I was lying down in the floor. The floor was full of red puddle and there it is. The body.

I startled. I forgot that I was only imagining that. It didn’t happen now. It already happened. I look around and stood up. Stepping my way to the calendar, it’s already 2 AM. It’s my 100th day in this cell. Wait, something’s behind the calendar. It’s a handle. I stare at it and slowly I try to pull that handle. It rusty but it isn’t locked.

BAAM. It’s open.

It’s some kind of door, big enough for me to crawl in. I look inside, pitch black. Should I? I close my eyes and take a breathe. I close the door.

            I shouldn’t.