The Drizzly Crepescule ( #arjunkanungo)

The Drizzly Crepescule

She looked outside her bedroom window.

It rained, still, but was more of a drizzle than a shower. The rain washed street sparkled with the reflection of  the streetlights, adding up to the earthly illuminations, in a strange way. A silver Sequoia passed down the road, breaking the silence, much to her annoyance.

It had been a long night.

Wiping off the beads of perspiration from her forehead, she unzipped her jumper and got rid of the dark pair of jeans.

She stepped into the shower, allowing the ice cold water wash her exhaustion. She felt her muscles tense. She liked it. Her eyes followed the trail of water  sliding down to the shower floor. It was red. Kinda like diluted cherry wine. It reminded her of the time when it rained the same colour, just hours back. It rained red, and thunder shadowed her sins.

Sins!

She laughed out loud. It was rather fun. The 'moral inconvenience' as people called it. But not for a single moment did she feel inconvenient when their empty eyes stared back at her bright green ones.

"Why can't people behave!"  She muttered out her frustration and burst out laughing just after she heard it.

Indeed. If  people behaved, the world would be a post apocalyptic amusement park.

She turned off the faucet and grabbed the white towel, which immediately adopted the same shade as her skin and the bathroom floor. The rusty smell soothed her soul.

As she stepped out, she heard the rumbling of the sky. The rain was suddenly, fiercer.

Just like the conversation, a few hours ago.
She recalled how, her mother cried, just having found out about her husband's affairs. The signs were everywhere, she thought, but her mother was just to dumb to see them.
Dumb, yes, because who marries a man of clear abusive and sexual addiction, and questionable means of livelihood!
Although, she enjoyed her mother's and stepfather's constant arguments, she had to admit. Something about the chaos, felt like solace to her. She would often feel like putting a knife across their eyes and see their ' love ' splatter all over each other.

This evening, when her stepfather returned, drunk on his abusive intension, which according to her mother, was his love, she decided to tell her mother the truth about his affairs. At first, she refused to believe in them, but the photos on her phone told otherwise.
And Voila! There was the chaos she awaited for long. Abuses and furnitures flew all across the room, triggering the need for her to grab the butcher's knife.

She got dressed in an olive jumpsuit and grabbed her backpack and car keys.
On the kitchen counter, laid the two pairs of  eyeballs, soaked in red body fluid, and ofcourse, love. On the floor, laid the lifeless bodies, dismembered into artistic masterpieces.

As the sky rumbled harder and it poured with much fiercer intensity, Rebecca drove through her sins, to a new beginning, leading to another similar night.