The Innocent Dies

Part 2: Was he right or was he not?

The child's POV

Another day passed by but this old geezer won't stop yelling at me. He barks at me like a dog every time I say I need money. I understand we live in the countryside. His business might not be going too well. Not many people come out of their houses to protect themselves from the so-called pandemic.

He groans at me every time he asks for my result. I don't want to show you, it's my result. Why the hell would you even care? When I was thrashed to death for no reason, even when I was innocent! Even when I'm 100% sure I didn't peek in. When it was all a lie made up by the girl on spot, you never cared? why now?

I despised even her shadow. Good for her she left the village even before I could take my revenge. Tsk tsk.

I was just 7 years old back then, it has been 2 years since that happened. From that day, this old geezer started repeating the same thing like a parrot he is. "Do something big something recognizable by thousands and millions of people instead of these small (lowly) acts of yours. ----- -----" I usually used to space out after that sentence as I'm used hearing it all. My mind kind of finds it's way, distracted easily.

Annoying as hell. He's an animal, with no brains. I always have an urge to crush him under my foot to nothingness. But I let him be for my ma. He's just a blabbermouth who knows to spout nonsense. This old geezer keeps mocking me for not doing something noticeable. Something big, that the whole world knows my existence, something like being famous. Will that be good enough to make him SHUT UP!

And so, I started sneaking out at night, without anybody to the notice, at 3:00 am and killing cats in the vicinity. They are lazy anyway. Not needed for anything, a bother to humans, to us.

Well, it started when I didn't even know how to kill them, but surely used to envy their existence. I mean they do nothing productive and remain to the top when it comes to receiving love.

I once tried giving the yarn to a small kitten. With delicate bones and soft skin without much fur, she still loved it, loved the ball of yarn that I offered her. But after a whilst, she accidentally swallowed the little ball of yarn. I left her after seeing such a useless piece of shit even swallowed my favorite thing that mom gave me to play the string game.

The next morning I crossed the same route where I found the cat to meet up with my friend. But there was a crowd. I spotted my friend wailing, regretting something while holding something that was not visible from the distance. It was surely something very tiny. As tiny as it could fit in his palms.

I can tell because he held them one over another. I slowly approached him, though I don't feel anything. It's very hard to deal with situations like these. My friend lifted his head and stopped crying only to spot me hesitating to approach him like a coward I am. The wrinkles on his mouth and forehead were curved again while his lips were shaped into a downward curved. I frowned at that sight of him, irritated. I asked him, expressionless.

"Why are you suddenly flooding our roads, let the people pass by"

Without even paying much mind to what I just spouted he said abruptly. "Pilo died... someone killed it. I know it. Someone deliberately gave the piece of yarn to her" I was shocked from inside but not enough to react upon it. "I never saw this cat, you never told about it" he slowly opened his tiny palms to show an even tiny being that was held inside it. For some reason, for some goddamn reason. At that time I smiled. And not a gentle soft smile that a person gives to say it's gonna be okay or I'm sure everything will work out or for any other condolences. It was simply a smile of...SATISFACTION!

I just couldn't hold it as my jaw muscles were reacting in the opposite direction. If not, at least stay neutral as I had no bond with the creature right? I brought my palm near my smiling mouth and cupped it tightly just before my friend's crying face, lifted to face me again. As he gazed at me, he was surprised by my reaction. Then he made his crying face again while saying