The Revenge

Curtains by the window danced with the flow of wind. The prints of magenta-coloured roses on baby pink background resonated with the evening glow of the setting sun surrounded by light red clouds. What a scenic evening. Such a romantic weather to be at the beaches. But none of that mattered now. The room had light blue walls with clean polished equipments on the marble floor. Even amidst such splashes of colours, the canvas of my life was now the same shade as the robe I was wearing and the bedsheet I laid on. White. Blank to be precise. The room had been empty since I woke up but it didn't make any difference. I was the same inside. Empty and broken.

Though there was one thing that I wanted. So very badly. Revenge. For the death of my mother. For the death of my father. I wanted revenge against the murderers for my loss. For putting me through such misery. For such devastation of me!