Damsel in distress

It was friday I think, I don’t really remember. Yeah it was friday. It was booze night and i had a few too many that day. I was high as a bird ! It was around 1 in the morning and I was returning home when I saw her. I probably shouldn’t have stopped but she looked like a real mess. I figured I ought to help her. It was the booze clouding my judgement. So I did stop. And here’s what happened because I did …

I walked up to her to ask what the problem was. She was just standing there in the middle of nowhere late at night. It was a dangerous place to be. Her clothes were all dirty and I noticed that there was a spot of red on the t-shirt too. “What is the matter ? What are you doing here so late at night ?” She didn’t respond. May be she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Maybe she was just too scared. I asked again. “What happened ? Can i help you ?” “Shut up ! Just shut up. Don’t try and get into what you don’t understand. You don’t have the balls to even comprehend what the matter is. Let alone help me” Shit. That was out of the blue. Try to help someone and you get this. But I didn’t leave. Any sane man would have but after an entire bottle of antiquity, I wasn’t really very sane. “Please miss, let me help you. You look like you’re in trouble…” . “Trouble !? I am not the one in trouble. It’s him you should be helping really. If I have my way, he is going to be in a shitload of trouble” “What ? what are you talking about ? Who is he ? What are planning to do ?”

She went quiet. Maybe she had said too much. I was also too jolted to say anything. What was this lady talking about ? What was the horrible thing she was going to do if she had ‘her way’ ? She looked like a normal girl really. Sharp features, short crop of hair, tall. She was tall, and beautiful. God! She was beautiful. Maybe that’s what made me stop to help her. Her face was radiant. And she looked confident. That troubled me more. Something seemed amiss. She wasn’t the damsel in distress she should have been. She looked like someone on a mission. Focussed. And maybe what she just said was the reason. The mission. So I asked again. “What is the problem miss ?Why are you here ? Don’t u have a home you need to go to ?” And that’s when I saw it. A tear rolling down her eyes. Home. Did something bad happen to her home ? Probably someone robbed it. Maybe it was destroyed or something. “ I had a home once. A happy home. Me , my kids and him. It was a good place. A happy place, until that night. I am going to make him pay. I am going to kill him” What ?? What was that women talking about ? Was she out of her mind ? And what was I still doing there. My concerns for her were now long gone and they were replaced by fear. Fear for my own safety. I decided to leave. I didn’t want anything to do with this. Just as I started to go she thundered, “ Where are you going ?! You can’t leave now. If you leave then I wont be able to do what I have planned. I can’t fail, and this time I just can’t want to fail. Twice before I have tried to have my revenge. My rightful revenge. But the bastard escaped. He had luck on his side. This time I won’t fail. Tonight is the end of him. The end of his ghastly existence. He is a demon. A rotten hearted son of a bitch. Killed his own daughter, my daughter….”. By now she was totally broken. “This time I have this, and this time my hand won’t hesitate to slice open his heart and watch till it bleeds out the last drop of vicious poisonous blood in his body”. The blade of the weapon was frighteningly sharp. And it was covered with blood. Maybe it was used before ? Used recently ? Shit… this was bad. I needed to get out of there.

I tried to run. Just as I turned she caught hold of my throat and brought the knife to my heart. “Where are you going bastard ? Don’t you remember me ?! Don’t you remember your own wife ? Don’t you remember our daughter screaming for her life as you stabbed her 13 times ? Don’t you remember coming up to me with this knife. This very same knife and telling me that you were sorry. That you had no choice but to kill us all lest anybody find out what you had done. I tried to run away. I tried to run for my life. but I failed. The last stab near the heart was just too much“. And then suddenly I remembered. This was Priya, but she was dead wasn’t she. I killed her with my own hands. I killed her with that very knife…