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Revenge is sweetSkriv ut Utskrift

Kort historie som handler om en mann som dreper sin kone fordi hun truer med å selge gården.

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She was just sitting there, staring at me with those blood soaked, gloomy and vengeful eyes. Her hands were all wet, bloody and tainted with filth. “Why?” she said, with her last breath, as her head and body fell towards the floor. I nodded slowly, and turned away from her. As I walked away from her I started thinking of all the wonderful times we had spent together, and why it had come to this.

 

The year was 1932. My wife and I lived on a farm with our small boy, Johnny. Johnny was a sweet kid. He was intelligent, articulated and extremely charismatic. My wife, Martha, was an extremely compassionate woman. She worked at a charity, helping small kids to read and write. We owned a couple hundreds of acres on our farm. Normally the crop was a success, but this year it was a disaster. Our crop failed miserably. And if that was not enough, we were also in dire need of money.

 

“Come on, Johnny. We have to go” I yelled up towards the second floor. I grabbed my wallet, car keys and our lunch boxes, and headed towards the door. I ran through the storming weather, and jumped in my car. After 3 minutes Johnny finally came. We were on our way to school, and Johnny had hurt his knee, so I had to take him. The ride over there was slow and exhausting. When I finally dropped him of I was more than ready to go home. I drove home, and parked the car in the barn. I ran through the pouring rain as fast as I could, opened the door and hurried inside. Martha was sitting in my dark-brown chair overlooking the fireplace. “Wilfred, we had to talk” she said. I was totally Shocked by the tone in which she said it. It was like a terrified and ill-concealed tone of voice. “Wilfred, our crop was a failure, and we have no money left. Soon we will not have enough money to afford school for Johnny. Therefore I think that the smartest thing to do would be to sell all of our acres, and travel to the city to start a new life, maybe open up a store”. I was totally perplexed. I could not believe that she would say such a disgusting thing. “I have spent half my life building this barn and our house. And not only that, but I have also been occupied with maintaining the farm. If you want to sell this tremendous piece of land it will have to be over my dead body. She looked at me with a glare that could penetrate a man’s soul. “Wilfred, if you are not willing to sacrifice this for the benefit of your family, then I have no other alternative than to sell the acres, take Johnny with me and start a new life on my own. I could not believe what I was hearing. How could my own wife tell me that she would eradicate my life’s work and expose me to ridicule in this manner. The worst part of this was the fact that she was actually capable of doing this. It was her father who had owned all of the 300 acres. Therefore it was officially her property. “It would behove you to listen to me, Martha, I will not say it again. I am not selling this farm” I said, as I tore open the door and slammed it shut on my way out.

 

For the last weeks I had been living in a hotel room. I was sort of depressed with my current state of reality. I could not get over the fact that when the phone rang 5 minutes ago it was my wife’s lawyer telling me that Martha had sold the acres. I carefully sat myself down on my extremely hard and uncomfortable bed. I looked out of my hotel room window, and saw the birds and the beautiful skies. I went in to a kneeling position, folded my hands, and said “Dear God, I know that man is a sinner, and that I have sinned before. I pray forgiveness, and I hope that you can give me the strength to carry on”. But only the devil responded, because god was not there, and at that exact moment I knew what it was like to be empty and cold. I felt vengeance in my heart, and I knew that I could not let her get away with this. I was going to eviscerate her, annihilate her, eradicate her, and exterminate her. I packed all of my belongings in to my backpack. Then I went down the stairs and in to the reception. I paid what I needed to pay, took my car and drove home. Johnny was at a friend’s house, so luckily I didn’t need to worry about that. “That bitch has stolen my self-esteem, my future and my land. She will fell the full extent of my wrath.

 

As I quietly drove the car in to the barn I looked at my clock, it said 8:30 pm, it was soon winter, hence the darkness. I grabbed my knife and headed towards the back door. The wind was blowing in a vigorous manner, making the trees sway side to side. I could see that the state, in which my house was in, was analogous to the crumbling of a cookie. But it looked good, even in its dilapidation. As I carefully opened the door, I could see that there were no lights lit in the house. “She must have gone to bed” I thought to myself. I gently walked across the room, while the only sound audible was the squeaking of the floor as I tip-toed over it.

 

I was shaking. My hands were wet and filled with agony. I could see my heart beating through my chest. I slowly opened the door to the bedroom. The door shrilled as I opened it. I could see her lying there. Even when she slept she wore this grinning smile that could send shivers down any human being’s spine. I crawled up in bed with her, sat myself on top of her stomach. I lifted my knife up in to the air, and I pierced it right through her chest. She screamed, screamed like a pig being slaughtered. I stabbed her again as she tried to grasp for air. I stabbed her once more; the blood was spilling out of her chest, her mouth, and her eyes. She looked like a devil, a blood thirsty devil. I stabbed her one last time, punctuating her lungs. I jumped out of the bed looking at her as she tried sitting upright.

 

She was just sitting there, staring at me with those blood soaked, gloomy and vengeful eyes. Her hands were all wet, bloody and tainted with filth. “Why?” she said, with her last breath, as her body and head fell towards the floor. I nodded slowly, and turned away from her. Yes, revenge is sweet.




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