Absence...

" You haven't learnt anything until you learn monsters have nightmares too... "

and I looked up to a gentleman sitting in the dark all along. The sliding blood made a drop eventually and fell in the pool of itself beneath my feet to break the silence. Bare feet, I walked towards him slowly in anticipation but what i dint noticed was the momentary pattern I was creating below in the warm, calm and still fluid.

It was the darkest corner of that dark room and all I was able to see was the spark at the very tip of the cigarette he was smoking, which was teasing me more then anything by glowing a bit harder every time the gentleman took a puff.

"You did great. Killing a child is not an easy task my friend !" he said. Everything I had done till this point of time flashed right after my eyes as he took another cruel break. He was the creator, the angle over my shoulder and the devil inside me. 

I can feel myself disappearing and for a change this time it was starting from my toes. I tried to turn back and at least see the child for one last time before I fade away. But how can you look at yourself after doing something like that to yourself  ?

The gentleman took the last puff from that cigarette and I saw my face in that small luminous window which was created by the smoke. "Are you surprised ?" he asked and carefully threw the bud in my blood. "No, I am fascinated once again.. the last memories of me to me will be- me killing myself while being watched by me in a dark room", I replied.

And the knife knocked the floor as I faded away somewhere in the absence of light !