It was a dark night, and I was walking in a lane which didn't
have any road lights. Dogs were barking not from far. Though I am quite a
coward but there barking were not stirring me at all. My face did not any have
any emotions, it was passive and non reactive. To my dismay I remember carrying
a knife in my hand. This knife, which was not a normal kitchen knife, was at least
10 inch long. The scene was running like a movie sequence in front of my eyes.
I entered in the house, as if everything was well planned
and taught. I took a left to reach the bedroom. It was pitch black. No lights
were on, and it was perfect for me kill him. I entered into his room. He was
sleeping soundly. He was chuckling as if he was dreaming something nice and
funny. But I was not interested in his
dreams.
I was here to kill someone but I did not know the reason. My
heart felt hatred and pity together. Courage and fear were fighting to take
hold of my mind. I was trembling, but on the other side I was powerful. It was
impossible to find the state of my body and mind.
While I was standing there, someone deep inside me asked me
to finish the task.
“What is the task?” I asked. Even before completing my
question I felt heat on my face as if someone has slapped me hard.
“Kill the man who is sleeping on the bed.” Someone commanded.
I wanted to ask “Has he done something wrong?” but I could not as if my mind
has lost powers even to speak to itself after the slap.
As if my mind was overpowered, I reached to the bed and
raised my hand high enough to strike with maximum power. The knife came down and
inserted into the white sheet first, then body and finally stopped at bone.
There was a shriek, a shriek which was mix of pain, horror, shock, and dismay. But
it didn't impact my intention. With the intentions of finishing the job, I
raised my hand again. But in the mean time he turned and now he was facing me. Somehow
I was able to see his face.
It was me who was lying on the bed. “What the hell?” I said.
“Why do you want to kill me?” My replica said. Even before finishing his
sentence he vomited the blood.
I woke up shrieking from my dream. “Oh fuck” I had been
dreaming. I put on the lights and see red substance around my bed. It was my
blood. My white sheets were blood red now, though there was neither any pain nor
any wound. I was not sure what was happening.
Was I still dreaming or awake? Or was I dreaming inside my
dream? I was weak, speechless, and clueless.