Innocent Murderer

Innocent Murderer

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The patients family has finally made a decision after visiting them and it was her job to get the job done no matter how much she dislikes it. As she walk down the hallway the familiar felling of dread and guilt makes her stomach queasy. As she stops at the patients door she grabs the doorknob taking deep breaths, stalling before she has to do what she truly despises. She puts on her best smile just in case the patient's awake. Seeing they're not she lets her fake smile drop. She didn't know which one she hates the most, them being awake or them sleeping. She'd have to go with when they're asleep. When their eyes pop open, and look around in panic, she feels even more guilty. With quite steps the walks to the side of the patients bed. Her hands shake a she gets ready to kill yet another person. Carefully she pulls out the breathing tube trying to not wake the patient, but they always wake up. Their eyes pop open in panic and look around until they land on her and her hand holding the breathing tube. Understanding tears fills their eyes and slowly falls down their cheeks. The only sound in the room is the patients shallow gasps and the fast beeping of the heart monitor. In what seems like forever they finally stop breathing and the machine lets out a long beeping sound, indicating the patients death. With a heavy chest she walked out the room filled with even more regret and self-hate. Only then when she was alone in the single bathroom did she let her tears and body shaking sobs loose.
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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