Peek of Despair

The Beginning of The End

I, Ashley Sanchez, a newly wed and two months pregnant, lived a happy life. I married the love of my life, and every day was a blessing. While we didn't have enough money yet to buy our own house, my brother let us stay at his home, together with our sister.

We were happy, we really were. The days went by with smiles on our face, and laughter resonating in our ears.  though we faced certain difficulties, we all went to sleep soundly at the end of the day.

My husband was very hard-working. He would spend most of his time working in the office, earning money for our dream home and our baby. He was a nice man, although a bit superstitious, but he accepted my atheist nature.

My brother, a cheerful young lad, worked in the same office as my husband. But since he had the night shift, he would be out the whole night. My sister worked in a restaurant, and I stayed at home.

The cheerful days didn't last long.

On a dark, sunny day, my sister left for her shift. She never returned. We searched for her, even filed a report at the police station, but still couldn't find her. She was kidnapped, that's what I believed, but if she were, someone would've contacted us. No one did. We got worried, but neither that helped us. She never did return.

The cheerful days were turned to agony. We didn't know what to speak, or even think. But life continues, even though we haven't recovered properly. But despair doesn't wait, we were hit with another blow.

My brother went to his night shift as usual, even though nothing was normal in those days, he still carried out his job. We didn't got to know till next morning that he had met with an accident. His car exploded into flames, for some reason. But what mattered is that he died. My brother died. His body was extremely charred, and we wouldn't have figured it out that he was my brother if he didn't had that metal bracelet that I bought for him.

"The house is cursed!", was what my husband said. I didn't accept that assumption, but at the time, the only other thing I could think of was that someone was doing all this. Someone planned all this.

It took us a month to recover from all this, even though we didn't recover completely. My husband continued his job, but he prohibited me from leaving the house. I spent my days alone, suffocating with the memories of those whom I lost.

I used to sit in a place, cry and look at objects. The objects always had a strange aura. The clock, vase, mirrors and even the TV. Like they were watching my despair.

Despair doesn't stop.

one day, I heard a loud bang on the front door. It was weird for it to happen, but I still looked from the peephole. He wasn't someone I knew, but he had a business card of the same office as my husband goes to. Reluctantly, I opened the door. I shouldn't have done that.

Suddenly, four more men barged in, restrained my movements and covered me with chloroform. I tried to free myself, but I kept on loosing energy the more I tried. And then, I fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I saw my husband crying. I was tied to the bed, completely naked. I more or less guessed what happened, and the tests proved it to be true. I was raped, in my own house.

The next day, my husband went to lodge a report at the Police Station. And I sat at the usual place, with magnified despair. While gazing upon the objects, I thought what if someone was watching all this? that's the only way they would know that I was alone at home. And if they were watching all this, did they saw me getting raped? Was it recorded? Is someone there?

I got up and walked, only to stop right before the wall clock. The time was 9:42 AM. If I were to kill myself now, no one could stop me. I kept on gazing towards the clock. and all of a sudden, the clock rotated 180 degrees, only to reveal what could be recognized as a camera lens. a lot of other objects and walls made the same mechanical sound, all cameras pointing at me.

I was startled for a while, then I screamed. I screamed and ran to the front door so that I could get out, it was locked. All exits were locked. I didn't know what to think. What I feared became true. everywhere, there was a hidden camera. They have been watching me.

I knew my husband won't return now, they'll kill him for sure, just like they killed my brother and my sister. After that, it would be my turn. I couldn't take it. I banged the door many times. but no one would listen to it. Maybe they killed the whole neighborhood. All I thought of was despair.

I decided to end my life before they did, so I grabbed a kitchen knife, and with a lot of determination, I slit my throat.

I ended two lives.

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"She didn't last very long, did she?"

"Doesn't matter, I had a lot of fun"