Collection Of Horror Tales - Chapter 32 Losing Oneself. Pt. Him

The atmosphere made a 180 change towards the worse, as soon as me and my beloved wife entered the bedroom. If I was still a bit irritated, by what happened last night, and why I exactly did sleep with that strange woman, I could hide my emotions way to well in front of my wife. It partly surprised me and partly scared me how good I was at this. Still when we entered the room, it didn’t matter anymore.

There was a naked body of an annoyingly similar woman laying half out of the wardrobe. The legs were still within, but the bare upper body was in a grotesque way twisted fallen out of it. The clothes were still tightly wrapped in her arms, but parts were fallen out of her control and made the image more disturbing, by laying in a seemingly random order everywhere. It almost seemed as if she was more dead than alive, but at this point it didn’t matter to me what was happening to her. I just looked back at my wife, scared to see the expression, I knew would be on her face.

A calm; “I will sleep with the child at my brother’s house tonight. Clean this mess up. We are going to speak tomorrow.”; was heard from her mouth.

She turned around and left just like this.

The sole action of turning her back to me and leaving me alone hurt me to a degree, I couldn’t even begin to image before it happened. An anger born of hopelessness was rising way to quick. I realized it, but lost in explanatory thoughts, I didn’t pay attention to it, till it was too late.

The “I don’t even know what happened last night myself” slowly turned, affected by my anger, into a dangerous “It was not my fault. I was not the one acting.”

The danger that this string of thought brought with it, was quickly exposed in the next moments. The “It is not my fault” morphed way too quick into, “It is her fault.”

As my sight slowly shifted towards the naked woman on the floor. An unreasonable disgust and hatred were apparent in my eyes. Then after a short moment of silence of the mind, something snapped. Something, and I have no idea what, broke inside myself, but I felt it clearer than anything else in my life. Maybe I died in this moment, I couldn’t tell. It was just like the sensation of a string getting ripped. With the pure sensation of something breaking being in the foreground? And the before and after as unclear structures I couldn’t figure out.

After it did, I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. I was a being of anger and hatred, with the subject of my hatred lying naked in front of me. A red film was covering my sight as I slowly walked to her, turned her body and started to **** her, like a sick psychopathic animal.