Blood On Ice

It was the coldest night of winter. There I stood wearing my dark sweater and denim blood dripping down. Drinking my favorite dark chocolate coffee and remembering those days. It was the coldest night of winter. The snow started falling. Slowly and slowly watching those crystalline snow all those memories flashed one by one. All this snow, and no water to wash me clean, not of the blood and not of the memories. It is half-past yesteryear of salvaging broken wishes to console myself. It's okay, I just killed a man. Not just a man but a devil in man. How can he be so cruel? How can he be so cruel? Thousands of questions shouting in my mind but no one answer. Then came my hope. My brother calmed me with a rug of fun and patted on my head. That pat was done on my head but felt on my soul. It felt my soul is screaming, 'you had done right' 'he deserves this'. "Oh my God, thanks for your support. But will I be put in bars?" He replied, "no! You will not be". Then she started on gaining confidence. He gives her a water bottle to clean her hands and relax for a minute and explain to him the whole story first.

She started with the main reason for the murder. The one who tried to throw acid on her.

So many thoughts surrounding her mind now to overcome this thing. But what shall she do now? Should she cling to that murder or shall chill with some snacks. The moment they were talking they heard the sound of deep breathing. They turned and saw that the dead man was not dead. He was still alive. 'What now should I save him?' or 'should I just let him die?'

These questions kept on repeating in my mind. Immediately she asked her steady father who was showing his dilemma face. The moment I saw him my fear overwhelm my rituals. 'No, I can't let that man die. My mother will not be called a murderer's mother. I can't leave my brother alone in this cruel world!' I told my brother to start the car we shall rush to the hospital. Whatever done was in heat of the moment. We can't let anyone die in front of us. We reached the hospital and all the necessary documentation was done by my brother. On asked by the doctor we said that we have seen this man while going back home and we have brought him to the hospital. We had to hide the truth. We waited for 6 hours while he was being operated on.

After 6 hours, the Doctor came out from the OT. "Doctor, how is he?" He asked. "Umm..we have tried our best but we can't say anything. I really hope he survives" Doctor replied. My heart raced in my chest upon hearing this. "Ohhh shittt!! What if he survives?? What if he has seen it's me?? I was lost in thoughts. "Don't worry Natalia! The wound is very serious. So maybe he may not survive." Charles, my brother, tried to comfort me. But I knew in my heart something was not right! 

My heart kept telling me it was going to be okay but my mind said I was in big trouble. But turning a blind eye, I went with my heart, I prayed to my Mother, who had died when I was 4. I always looked up to her in troubled times. And as I opened my eyes, I heard few nurses and a doctor rushing to the ICU where he was kept.

I ran to the spot where the incident had occurred. But my jaws dropped and my pupils dilated, my blood froze! His blood marks and the rock I hit him with were both gone! Someone knew! Someone knew!