For two years I kept having nightmares. I always see myself in a dark place with blood on my hands and stains on my white clothes. I'm always running away, even though I don't understand why I'm so scared and who I'm hiding from. Until I wake up with sweat on my face and gasping for breath. It's been almost two years since the biggest nightmare happened in my life. Two years passed when I killed everyone in the church and my mother while I was not in my right mind. Until now, what happened before is still a puzzle to me and I don't know how I did that to them or how I got to this place where no one knows me and my true identity. I just found myself inside the church and the nuns were waking me up. From then on, they took me in and kept me in their home, even though they didn't know how much sin I had committed. However, I chose to keep everything a secret from them and hid my true identity. I started and lived in that place pretending I don't remember anything, so they accepted me and
The police arrested Simon even though there was not enough evidence, they handcuffed him when they find out that he was one of the serial killer who had been wanted for a long time. We both stare at each other before putting him in the car, and thereafter, I never saw him again. I drew a smile on my lips before I turned and walked away. But after that incident, I didn't saw him again, and I never saw the man who ran away from me that day. I don't know where he is, and no one knows where he is hiding now. But regardless of where he hides in the world, I will find him. I continued to serve in that church without anyone knowing who I was. However, even though my life in that place had become quiet and peaceful, it was as if something was still missing from me. It's like I'm missing something and there seems to be something different about me. I thought about it for seven days and had a hard time finding an answer. Until I came across a butcher of meat. I stopped for a moment and stared a
They usually call the mental disorder I have hallucination, or sometimes they also call it D.I.D or multiple personality disorder. But for others they call it a curse or a son of demon. Not everyone who goes through with this condition has bad intentions to others, but there are also a few like me who go to the point of hurting other people. What's even worse is that we don't feel pity, sadness or regret for what we've done, but instead we become satisfied and feel better. Because of the clothes I wear and because of the religion I follow, they don't see my true mask. They did not think ill of me, they did not suspect me, or it never occurred to them that I might commit a great sin. That's one of the reasons why I stayed in the church and pretended to be a good servant because that's where I hid my true self. As time goes on and time passes, I gradually discover the real me. Little by little, I seem to be getting used to my wrong and bad work. It was as if everything were normal to m
Now I understand why I feel something strange every time I see her, and it's not love or anything special I feel for her, but because she is my enemy. We are not right for each other and I can't fall in love with someone like her even more because our two worlds are so different. I would like to possess her and bring her to my kingdom, but she already belongs to someone else, and she is part of my enemy's group. I am currently standing inside the church as I look at the altar and I keep laughing when I remember her name. Is it fate or is it intentional that we cross paths because he wants to erase me from this world? But what could a weak creature like her do? Someone like me has no equal and no one has the ability to bring me down because I am the king of this world. I thought that she would be erased and disappear from my heart and mind, but it seems that every time I see her and spend time with her, I care more for her. It appears that she is poisoning my mind even more and what k
Two weeks later, I didn't see Maria in the church anymore. I don't even notice her around me anymore, and I don't know what happened to her. Maybe she was scared of me and woke up to the truth. But while I was leaving the church, I accidentally overheard the conversation of two women, and they mentioned Maria's name. “How is Maria? She's still barely recovering from her illness, I hope she's fine. I want to see her again.” When I heard what she said, I stopped walking and was surprised that she must be sick. Suddenly, I felt burden and concern for her, even though I know I shouldn't feel this way for her. I tried to put her out of my mind, but she always came to my mind. Is her condition serious? Does she eat well? Why didn't I know about this, and when did she get sick? Has she been sick for a long time and is she just hiding it from me? I couldn't focus on the bible I was reading, thinking about her. I walk around and staring at the door to see if I should leave, or should I visit
“Are you saying you love that girl too?” I am currently standing in front of the mirror talking to myself. After that day, I realized my true feelings for her, but I tried to hide and deny it because I could not accept someone like her. It was the first time I fell in love with a woman and I cared. At first, I was confused about my feelings for her, but every time I see her, I feel a strange pain from my chest. It seems because this is a punishment from the deity on me and this is his way to make me pay for all the sins I have committed against him. “But you can't value her more in your life because I'm the only thing that matters to you and nothing else.” He added, so I slowly looked up at him and stared at him intently. “That's where you're wrong because you've been worthless to me for a long time.” After I said that, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he screamed loudly, causing the glass to break. Therefore, I got cut on my right cheek that immediately bled. “That
When I woke up, I realized that it was all just a dream and I let out a deep breath because it wasn't all true. I found myself lying on the floor and inside my room. I was soaked, and my feet were covered in mud. Furthermore, I seem to have managed to get back to my room before I passed out, and when I woke up, I immediately realized that it had all been a dream. Maria. She was the first thing that came to my mind, so I immediately ran out without wearing any shoes and headed towards their house. But even before I reached my destination, I stopped when I met her in my way. She seemed surprised when she observed my appearance as well as my dirty feet. “What happened to you?” She asked with a trace of astonishment on her face. But even before she came to me and I ran towards her, I hugged her tightly without realizing that there were many people around us. “What's wrong? Did something happen to you?” She added, and I could feel in the tone of her voice how much she was worried about
I woke up from a bad dream. Maria was the first thing that came to my mind, so I immediately got up and looked for her inside the house. I repeatedly called her by her name, but she was not there. I left the house and looked around my entire surroundings while I shouted her name. Furthermore, I'm nervous and scared. I do not know what to do. I feel that what my instinct is telling me is true. What if she really left me for good? What if she does return to her family and regrets that she loved someone like me? I am restless, and my mind is confused. I walked everywhere and never stopped running while I was looking for her. Until I stopped when I found her near under the tree. She was lying there unconscious. I tried to wake her up, but no matter how many times I called her name, she couldn't hear me. I look around. Furthermore, I don't know what to do and regardless of where I look, there is no one else there that I can ask for help. So, I just thought of carrying her in my arms. Her