The murder Darian committed tore a deep wound into my soul.
Just yesterday, we were a normal, warm, happy family. But in a matter of hours, everything shattered—completely, irreversibly.The image of my family's severed limbs burned into my mind, making me nauseous every time I thought of it.And that house… every time I looked at it, it felt like I was reliving the nightmare again.The pain never dulled—it only intensified.
My hatred for Darian grew heavier with each passing memory.Every single day, my mind filled with thoughts of what I wanted to do to him:I wanted to drill a hole through his skull.Rip out his heart.Cut off each of his fingers, one by one.Tear out his eyes.
He haunted me everywhere.The people around me—strangers, friends, even doctors—they all started to look like him.His face was everywhere.No matter where I looked, I saw Darian.And it drove me mad with rage.
I refused to cremate my family's bodies.I had them buried.Even though they were dead, I didn't want their bodies to suffer any more than they already had.It was the only act of mercy I had left in me.
Still… the thoughts wouldn't stop circling in my head."What if I had come home earlier?Would Darian still have done it?Would I have had just one more day—just a few more hours—with my family?"
That question echoed inside me like a cruel joke.
I kept imagining it:My mother greeting me with a warm "Welcome home,"wrapping her arms around me.My father cracking his usual, terrible jokes that still somehow made me smile.If I had just one more day in that happiness…Maybe I could've survived this grief.
But reality didn't care about my wishes.That house would never be the same.And the fire inside me—the rage—kept growing.
My mind drifted further and further away from everything.I felt like I was sinking into a place that didn't even belong to me.I wanted to believe it was all just a nightmare.And if it wasn't…Then I wished I could sleep forever, so I wouldn't have to wake up to this pain.
But then…
No.
Why should I die?
Why should I disappear without taking my revenge?
That single word—"No"—echoed inside me like thunder.I clenched my fists.That was the moment I realized:I couldn't take revenge if I kept drowning in silence.
I had shut myself off from the world,because everywhere I looked, I only saw his face.Every person, every smile—it was all Darian.It was like the world had become a mask he wore.
But I couldn't stay like that.Not if I wanted to end this.
So I told myself, quietly, like a prayer whispered in the dark:
"Tomorrow… I'll wake up.And I'll take my revenge.I'll end everything."
And then I closed my eyes.That night, I fell asleep without crying for the first time.Because finally,I had a purpose.