Throught the Eyes of a Regretful Man

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I still kept running. When I left the building, it took about 10 minutes to find my car in the cold two am air while my eye was trying to burn off like a bonfire. I drove home. 

I woke up the next morning, not knowing what gave me the respect to go back to the retirement home. But I did, with my eye as big as a apple. Rest in peace, left eye. You shall see no more. Basically, I ended up losing my job and getting sent to jail. I bailed myself out, got a prosthetic eye so I can look charming again. Then I stalked Mrs. Holland’s granddaughter and made her fall in love with me. 

Actually, it wasn’t that simple. It took four years and five sets of jail time just so that I can make her tired of me, leading to just marrying me! We had one child. 

I thought we ended up loving each other in the end. I was there for everything! Even Mrs. Holland’s funeral. She would share her love with me with a kiss before she laid her head to sleep and after she woke up for another day.... with me. I thought our love was authentic and true. BUT IT WASN’T. She needed me to bear a child so that she could kill me right after. iT was all just a evil plan for revenge on me ruining her life! She genuinely hated me. So, the day I opened my right eye to see her going to drive a dagger through my heart, I turned it and pierced it through her. Even if I loved her, her thought of killing me shall been taken to the grave. No one shall kill me. 

But it’s okay. I wanted my son to be able to look at his mother’s amazing eyes just like I did. 

I stared at her dead body and played with eye a morsel. I dismantled my prosthetic eye and put my beautiful wife’s left eye into mine. Perfect. 

PRESENT DAY.

Laying in my bed, it’s pitch black. The air was thick and musky. Someone opened my door. 

Sleeping was something that I missed the most. Every time I tried to sleep, it would get destructed by nightmares. All of the blood, all of it, of the only woman I ever loved, dripping onto my cheek. I think about poor Mrs. Holland and how I startled her. I think about how my son will never get the memory of how his mother would have held him in her arms. I think about how I’ve lied to my son and that I have said that his mother committed suicide. I think about how I should’ve been the one to be killed. I regret everything I’ve done in my life. I SHOULD’VE BEEN THE ONE TO BE KILLED.  I should’ve been the one. 

A lantern light was shined across my eye, a blinding light. 

My son has been taking care of my crippled old self. I am very grateful for everything he has done. But I only cause him pain and I have no idea why. Maybe it was because I had a disorder or that I was always paranoid. It’s like someone was always watching me during the night, like the devil was waiting for me. But tonight, there was someone positioned in my room. It’s the end. The earnings I have made have a imprint on me. I love my money and I’m very protective of it. I’m petrified of robbers, I’m petrified of myself. I stood up in my bed and pushed out, “Who’s there?’ They didn’t dare answer, or move, or even breathe.

I stand by for an hour and didn’t defy my guard. 

The lights were turned on. His face revealed.

I guess my time was over. My sins have condemned on me. Never shall I have confessed, as I have done undignified acts. I assume it’s deserving. But my last thought would have been my own child taking my life. It was my own son. Has he unveiled the lies? Has he yet to have revenge on me like his mother? Like déjà vu, I couldn’t act upon quick enough. He charges at me and clutches a bed sheet in his hand and covers me with it, suffocating me. He wasn’t even strong, but I let him take power.Then, everything came to my mind. I didn’t even allow my son into my life. 

I took my last breath.

But I’m blessed that the my last view was the only person who had hope for me.

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