“love can be deadly and disturbing”
Long long ago…the year was 2009, when I actually saw and read the strange story of two people which I’m gona tell you now…Although this post is fictional,it is based on true incidents happened in 2009… It was a winter night and there was a slight drizzle when I sitting in the balcony of my room and watching the empty road which was very flat and long, very very interestingly..There is only one street light which was flickering down the lane, I could see a person with his sweatshirt on, walking towards a tree on the other side of the road..he did a lot of things like exercise,sleeping,eating I dono why. It was night, the road was empty and this person is acting weird!! This made my interest’s adrenaline pump.So I was taking a close look at his activities.I guess 1hr passed and I saw another person probably a girl,who was walking on the road I could make that as I used a binocular to actually know what is exactly happening..As it was night and the street light didn’t have any interest to support my interest I have to do every possible thing to get to know what is exactly happening there at that tree.
The girl walked past the tree and has nothing to do with the boy in the sweatshirt.I guess the boy was actually waiting for some one. But no one met him in the next 2 hrs. All my interest was drowned like a ship of Titanic.The drizzle stopped and the man started to sleep under that damn tree I don’t know the reason exactly (may be he’s thrown out of his house) . I don’t know when I slept,but I too slept in that very damn chair in the balcony itself. It was half past 4 in the morning I don’t know what woke me up,I woke up and my closing eyes saw something which made them wide open!! The person in that sweat shirt was dragged onto the road and had a shiny yellow bladed knife in his stomach and smooth cut of his throat . The grey t-shirt turned red and his pants were really wet with blood. My eyes and me couldn’t believe the scene and I thought for a sec my binocular was playing games, but the scene was real and the things I said now were actually facts!!
I wasn’t afraid of the scene I dono why . The person in front of me,lying dead had my sympathy rather than my fear. I thought poor boy and started to look at him closely and this time the street lamp showed interested along with a little sunlight.I really now have a better view of the body than yesterday night. The body was looking pale and his face was low,white and lacked the human charm his body has 3 wounds one was a cut along his throat and his oral cavity was opened through which I could see ants and other insects going into and coming out of the oral cavity.The yellow bladed knife is still shining and has his liver attached to it,I could also see a yellow fluid near that knife along with the liver.It was the bile juice I realized all the anatomy I studied these years was all in front of my eyes.He has blood all over his body. The scene was not so photogenic I thought I could have some photo but I don’t want to as the site was a bit disturbing.
It was 6 am and people began to come out of their houses onto the roads and followed by them was the police people . These people are so frightened to see a dead body lying on the street.May be,some one of them called the police and police made a stylish entrance with their black and red Ford cars…Along with the police came a bunch of people in white costumes,I’d rather call them as people in white uniforms,made some tests collected some things out from the dead body . In the mean time the media people’s population increased exponentially and the number of common people reduced. The media people were yelling and to me this site was a greater horror than the site which I saw in the morning!! it was about two hours I could hear their screams when I was brushing,bathing, having my breakfast and my lunch!! Finally it was 2pm and all the people along with the person in the sweatshirt vanished and gave me some peace…I was asleep for the next 5 hrs it was evening when my dad came with his face confused & puzzled. It was night after my dinner, dad & I sat before the TV as my net internet connection was kept in an coffin buried with my low scores. Like the life time of a person depends on his health,my internet connection’s life depends on my scores at the university.
Dad switched to a news channel which covered the whole of our street crime scene and reported that the convict responsible for the crime was held by the city police later this evening .Though police denied to give any information about the case,according to the news sources,the convict was a relation to the victim.I was shocked,though I did not know the truth about the story,I believed the news channel report.So I thought how could a person kill his relation? This was very annoying. Dad turned the TV off and went to bed and I did the same thing. I thought if I had any chance to know the truth what has happened,I’ll know it. Although this is a common case and common news to many people around the world.This crime is special to me! It all happened and I’m a witness. So I thought I could go to police a tell what I know,but I have a question flashing…why would the police believe me? I should tell the police or inform police about something the man and I know, and no other person except us.So I went to the police station(first time).It is bit different from what I see in the movies. I went to a police who typing something very fast,and said him that I have some information regarding the case.The police turned to me and said go to the person their,he’ll take you to the officer handling this case. I had to wait for 3 hours.The police station is a busy place and had all kinds of people coming in and going out(and very very messy).
Finally I met the officer and said him what all I saw that night. The officer had an expression of an actor listening to a film story.When I’m done he took me to the convict,I don’t know why and he has showed me a the convict’s cell, and said he’ll come in 1 hour and asked me to have a look at the convict as he got an phone call (may be he has some urgent appointment) and gave me permission to talk to the convict if I want to..The cell was dark I couldn’t find the face of the convict I could only make the shape of the convict. When the light is on in the corridor of the place,I realized the convict was a girl!! I couldn’t believe the site and asked the in-charge police officer to check for the case number 091143 and confirmed the cell number was the same and she is the convict the police had. I was shocked at the site and was actually tensed as how could a girl do it. How could she do such a crap ?? Is she related to the man?? Many questions are settled in/on my mind and I started jotting the questions in a rough manner on a paper and when she finally turned to me,the site aroused fear in me though she was very beautiful and had a great smile.
I gathered some courage to ask her about the man(victim) and I said what all I saw, to her for no reason.After listening to me,she said ” I love him and I’m the girl you saw who went past him that night, I didn’t actually kill him,I only made him go free from his sufferings. ” I didn’t understand what she was actually speaking. I had a face which was blank and cold. She saw me and said “if you wana know the story of what has happened give me the book and pen you are carrying and collect the book tomorrow. I did as she said and went home. Next day after a lot of request and a little bribe the police allowed me to meet her and she didn’t speak anything and gave the book to me I could see the pen and its empty refill in a corner of the cell. I thanked her and had a question why she is doing all this,with that question in mind I came home,kept the book in my shelf and started to have my lunch while the TV was running.
The news channel reported the latest happenings of the case and said that the crime involved a women who was one of the many girl friends of the victim whose name is Bob. Although the convict claims she is the only girl friend of Bob,the investigation says Bob has 17 girl friends and he has the habit of ‘changing’ his girl friends very often. An interesting fact is, the victim is the convict’s 23rd boy friend. My mind’s blown after watching the entire report of the news channel. I finished my lunch, but I could’t remember what I actually ate.Though I slept I’m only interested to know what happened,why was he killed ? These questions along with many other related questions made me to sit and look at the book in my shelf with a fear,curiosity,interest and horror. Though I don’t wana tell you the reasons for all the above mentioned emotions,I can the share with you, what she wrote in the book with you. Before I could start to share those things,I recommend you/advice you the below content is only for strong heart-ed people(not for weak heart-ed).
The below is what the convict girl wrote in the book.
The ‘loveless’ love story
We met in the summer of 2008, though many of my friends said he is not a great guy,I didn’t think so…we were everywhere roaming,partying, drinking and most importantly f*ckin. He changed me completely in two months of our relationship. He was such a sweet guy who gave me presents every now and then and surprised me very often. He introduced me to his family and I gathered some courage and introduced him to my family. Though our parents didn’t like our relationship they are not against it. My mom only warned me not to have an sex with Bob,though we did it very often. I love him more than he loves me. We are possessive, obsessed and mad about each other. I don’t think the things we did any couple won’t dare to do any of them. I don’t want to tell you all of those. But I’l tell you one such incident.It was new year 2009 we were partying at a bar,they were many couples that day.we were dancing and drinking suddenly he began to smooch me and we smooched hardly and wildly for a long time (one of my friend said we kissed for 1hour).
Although we love each other,they were many fights,we hurt ed each other mentally and physically as well.This hurting became very common and our love story became ‘loveless’ love story at one point of time. I never believed in people,and what they say about Bob earlier and now I didn’t believe Bob after listening to people.It was high time I thought and all people around us thought of a break up. Before the day of our break up Bob posted the videos of our sex in a porn site, and also in his facebook profile and tagged our friends in it. This thing shocked me like never before and all people and friends were calling me up . I don’t now whether it is fortunate or unfortunate,my parents were out of the town when all this happened.
I didn’t know what to do. I only cried and cried . I called up Bob,he said he’ll come to my house in 30 min. When I saw him I couldn’t control myself from slapping him. He started to support his act by telling me,”as now all of us know we did it,our parents do not have any choice or option except they should agree for our marriage. ” I was hurt ed very badly,my family was hurted too and I knew it…I started realizing all the things which appeared good turned suddenly into a hell . I knew I couldn’t do anything now..He got a call and he said he’ll be leaving and left. I’m alone in my house fucked up,crying and didn’t know what to do.Few days passed, On the night of the murder, I was going to my house when I saw Bob near a tree waiting for some one..I went to my house as it was night Bob didn’t recognize me. I sat on the terrace of my house and started to observe Bob,at 2am I saw a girl (most probably) came to Bob, and I could see under the street light they made love. I couldn’t control that. So I thought of going to Bob and stop it… I went to them,he is finger fucking her with a cloth in her mouth.It appears she had orgasms in the mean time. Bob looked at me and I don’t know why he took a knife,he took a knife and tried to pierce me,but I some how managed to keep the knife in his stomach. The girl who got fucked took a knife and slit his throat. I was shocked by her action.
She looked at me and said,”this bastard has made you a hooker. I wanted to kill him as he did the same thing with me too. It is better we leave now”. She dragged him to the road near the tree and made a deep cut in his stomach,near the wound I made and confirmed he is dead by now and left along with her knife. I stared at the dead body of Bob, for minute and tears rolled down my eyes . I was afraid I could get caught,I went to my house. I made Bob,relieve from me(his suffering) . I’m happy now.No regrets.
On the last page of the book she wrote….
I advice you not to fall in love , have sex and mess your life up.
After reading the book, I had no words in my mouth,no thoughts in my mind and everything appeared to be blank for a minute. It was night by the time I finished reading the book my dad came,I hid the book among-st the text books and went for dinner.My dad switched on the TV and got to the news channel which reported another convict in Bob’s case was held today afternoon and both of them were sent to custody.This case is reported as a open and shut case…as both of the convicts admitted the crime.
Few days later….
I read in the newspaper, both women admitted the crime and were given a ‘death sentence’ .
This is a tale of love, death and disturbance.
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