Blood of Revenge

Chapter 5

I reached home late and starving. I didn't have anything to eat and the memories of what happened replayed in my brain without ever stopping. The worst part was that he died because he couldn't stop me.

I fell flat on my face on the bed, soaking the bed sheet the minute my face touched it. Slowly and gradually, I drifted off to sleep, having weird, dark dreams like always, blaming myself, hoping for the dead to come back—waiting for the impossible to happen.

I woke up, and stretched on the bed. I picked up my phone and realized that I was going to get late for work. I quickly got up and changed into a grey, loose sweater with a big black heart on it, black trousers and grey sneakers.

I drank a glass of water and then exited the house in the busy, morning streets. People leaving for work, children rushing to the bus, mothers waving them good-bye, being engaged in their everyday activities. It felt good—to me—that they never woke up to live as hopeless of a life as I did or that every night brought them a brighter day.

I felt happy...... for them, at least.

I reached the library and after being a long lecture on being late and other things I wasn't listening to, I started sorting the books. I had to deal with some major crackpots at that time who purposely kept on taking out the books I kept putting in but all I could do was glare at them with a clenched jaw. Major maniacs!

Then came the best time when no one was bugging me because no one was there....... Peace and quiet. Yes!!!

I was busy reading my favourite book, Keeper of the lost cities: Flashback, when I realized that my shift had finished.

Finally! My mind cried out.

Before going to my house, I went to where I kicked some evil-guy butt and apparently, my daggers were still there on the ground... and so were my groceries. Well, that's a win for me.

I walked past the streets and took the bus to my house. The sun light had started fading away into orange and blue. I got off at the bus station, heading towards the house that looked like it was crying for help. I never really took care of it that much, probably because I spent most of my time away from here.

I unlocked the door and put the groceries on the kitchen island. I didn't feel like eating much so a pack of Cheetos was enough to fill my stomach. While I was eating them, I heard some noise from upstairs. I picked up my daggers, holding them in a ready to slice mode. Through the lobby, I swiftly walked up to my room and peeped in.

I bit my lower lip to stop my gasp from escaping my mouth when I saw three men standing near my study table, reading  my diary!!