Truth ALWAYS Prevails

Kai

The testimony of the victim through a medium

We've been happy and content to be in each other's arms. Or so I've thought.

Many times have my best friend tried to convince me that Dane is cheating on me. He says he has seen them, my girlfriend and another guy, in the mall with her arms clinging to his. I say with a dismissive look, "Dane has a lot of guy friends. Maybe you just haven't been introduced to the guy."

I've asked Dane and she says, "That, hon, is my childhood friend. Remember Jude?" I nod. "He's that one." Then she kisses me until we're out of breath.

Earlier today, my best friend has come to me again, panting while saying, "I saw them again, there at the park." He points the direction of the nearest park, "Come with me and see for yourself," he says, catching his breath.

We run for about three minutes until we reach the park. It's just then that I feel my world sinking and is being drowned by the sorrow filling up inside of me. I've seen them, and heard their laughs which are defeaning to my ears. That man is not Jude. I feel claustrophobic in this almost empty public property.

My best friend pats my back without saying a word. I then see them kiss. I don't know what's happened next, all I know is that my right arm feels nothing. I see a ball of fist that is dripped with blood.

I can't confront her. I'm afraid to hear from her what I fear most. I'm afraid that I'll lose her.

I don't know how I've managed to get back to my flat. I badly need her right now, my other friend. Mary Jane. She keeps me company, listens to me, and never lets me feel alone whenever I feel like the world's left me. Twenty minutes after I've called for her, she arrives.

In the middle of our chat, she agrees to the idea that I make up with Dane tonight. So, I call my girlfriend asking for her time tonight. It's now or never, I say as I busy myself preparing for the night that I get to propose to her. She loves me still, I know that.

At half past ten, the doorbell rings. I open the door as Dane greets me with her kisses. It's breath-taking like always. She clings to my left arm as she happily hurries to my living room.

While we watch the film, her head rests at my right shoulder. The night goes on as normal except that everything changes at midnight. At exactly forty-five degrees west of north before midnight, the telephone rings.

I pick the phone up, and before I could say a word, the voice tells me, "Are you ready for tonight? Best wishes," and hangs up.

"Who's it?" asks the girl whose face is lighted by the moonlight. From her arm leaning against the couch, she sits straight. I just shrug and join her back to the couch, and we make out for about ... I don't know. I've lost track of time because of her sweetness.

When we finish, I tell her that I will go get us some snacks. As I get chips from the pantry, I keep thinking about the call. No one knows anything except for Mary Jane. I don't know if I told my best friend about this when I've gotten drunk. I look at the clock by the mirror, "It's time."

I sit beside her, and tease her by kissing her nose instead of lips. I smile and say, "I love you. D'you love me?" I caress her face with my right arm.

She holds it and I wince. She frowns and looks at it. "What happened?" she asks with curiosity and sincerity in her tone. I tell her it's nothing, and she nods. "Be careful next time, okay?"

I nod and ask her again, "D'you love me?" I look at her in the eyes and she fails to meet my gaze. That's her answer.

Just between the left arm rest and cushion lies Walther. I reach for him and when I get hold, I aim him at the temple of my dear girlfriend.

"W-what are you doing, hon?" She looks frightened, just enough to fill the hollowness in my heart with contempt and happiness.

"Drop the gun!" I look at the arch doorway and see a man holding another pistol, the same man I've seen with her hours before. "I said drop the gun," he says while nearing us.

I have followed his order for the sake of my dear life, and instinctively jump over the couch to disarm the unknown man. I succeed but he has managed to pull the trigger before the gun go out of his reach; the bullet has passed through my LED TV.

Dane screams, the horrified look in her face mirrors that of the man's who's down on his belly when I grab hold of the trespasser's gun, and aim it to my girl then to the man sprawling on the floor and back. Without breaking my gaze at them, I walk to get my friend, Walther.

"Why, Dane?" I ask her while each pistol is aimed at her and her lover.

She doesn't answer and just sits on the floor, sobbing. Her eyes are filled with water and are looking intently at the man whi is sprawled on the floor. It is as if they'd forgotten I'm still here, in my flat, with the ones who've ruined my happy ending.

"Please, Kai, don't," my girl begs. She stands and carefully walks her way to me while both my guns are shaking and my eyes can't let go of hers.

That is my biggest mistake. The lover has taken the chance to throw himself to me to get a grip of his own gun. He suceeds, and the hope for my dear life is now gone.

"I'm sorry I love her, and I'm sorry it has to turn out this way," he says.

And the last thing I realize, Walther fired the bullet.

My dear friend Walther has killed me. I don't know why but this will be bothering me for the rest of eternity.