Jay's POV
Skies were always pretty—humane, to be specific. They cried every time it felt heavy and unsettling. My eyes settled on the dark clouds that had crowned the city, ready to pour and disappear into thin air and act like its bright, shiny self in a new life.
I wish I was like them. Clouds were those thoughts that the sky wanted to let go of, might last a few days but not so long to stop the sun from shining.
After every successful attempt to bring Mrs. Park down, my mind couldn't get the peace it longed for, she had still successfully defeated me.
A great person once said, "War doesn't bring peace."
Maybe it was true in my case, my rage and desire to bring that woman down for Amy had affected me way too badly. I couldn't recognize myself. My past self mocked me with the virtues and values that he held in every decision he made.
I had made every move to bring Mrs.Park down, but it didn't quench my thirst for revenge. I wanted her to suffer the most unbearable punishments on earth. Nothing could bring me peace.
Sitting beside Amy's cremated self in the graveyard, I stared at the sky. Thunder aloud, signalling that it was about to rain buckets, but I didn't move. I let the rain pour down on me, not making a single attempt to save myself from drenching.
My eyes closed, letting the droplets fall on my face. After a while, I didn't feel the drops anymore. Fluttering my eyes open, I see an old man standing beside my sitting figure with an umbrella hovering above us.
"You need to let go, child. The more you hold it, the more it hurts."
Those words had an impact that I couldn't put my finger on. But his word held weight and importance. Without another word, he left the place.
I looked beside me at Amy, as if she were still looking at me.
"Should I move on?"
I ask, expecting an answer from her, which only turns into grave silence.
They say the person who die early have their souls on earth, what a lie.
My eyes glared at the sky that now had started to turn clear, sunrays appearing again.
I may be knew what I had to now.
Author's POV
The utmost silence was clinked away by wine glasses as a cackle echoed through the empty room. Mrs. Park enjoyed her drink, laughing and cackling about the fact that she had easily doomed the judge with fake health reports that looked so real that people might even feel guilty for trolling her so badly. She continued to snigger at the memory with her lawyer. The room's interior felt too lavish for a patient struggling with a mental disorder. One could bring such fortune but money. A month had passed while she enjoyed her days in the asylum with special treatment.
She happily reached for her phone, checking her name in the 10 most searched topics for the month. Her fingers scrolled through and abruptly stopped at one bulletin. Her eyes stared at the words as if someone had set the world on fire.
The next bulletin was a series of accusations against her. A list of crimes that she had hidden and removed from the clutches of the media. She couldn't believe her eyes at the documents that had been seized from her home. She couldn't understand anything. She had fed huge sums of money to the press and they had backstabbed her. People had now seen her reality. Her phone beeped with notifications, her accounts were frozen, and her company was being abandoned like thrash. She glared at the screen and bucked her phone to the floor, smashing the device into pieces. The once bright screen had turned black.
She looked at her lawyer, her eyes holding rage. He was already terrified of her outburst. She launched herself on the lawyer, straddling him to the ground. The wine bottle had toppled over as the crimson liquid splashed and shards of glass scattered across the floor in the process. Her once-styled hair was now ruined as the scared lawyer tried to escape from her clutches.
Mrs. Park: Fu*king Traitor! You chose to expose me! Betray me! I am destroyed. But you! I won't fucking let you live! You are coming with me! TO HELL!
Her eyes roamed around the room, finally falling onto the fork that had been on the table with her food. She grabbed the fork, aiming it straight at the lawyer's neck, while he yelled and screamed at her face to let him go.
All Mrs.Park saw was red. She saw red.
A crimson liquid blatantly spurred over the floor, while the lawyer lay lifeless under her. His blood pooled around, staining his clothes and skin. A few splatters of blood that appeared on Mrs. Park's face were wiped away by her free hand while her other hand continued to stab him with the fork. She didn't stop. Her hand that held the fork was splashed with blood every time she pushed the fork. The red blood was now mixed with the wine that had spilled before. No one could tell if the red liquid had been blood or wine.
She was a lunatic, and her cackles echoed as if she had turned into a maniac. Jay's words echoed in her head.
"KARMA IS A BITCH!"
His words made Mrs.Park sick to the stomach.
Her life flashed past her. She was a brat as a kid. She got everything she wanted at the tip of her fingers, but that wasn't enough. Seeing people around her suffering made her happy. She couldn't bear her best friend's success, so she decided to end it. She didn't like her teacher in high school, she threw her off the terrace. She had enough money and influence to get away from any kind of crime she committed.
But once she married, her family cut off connections with her. They called her a monster. But her evil self had no limit. She manipulated her husband, got everything she wanted from him until he went bankrupt. She divorced him. She had a daughter, Martha, from her ex-husband and also demanded money that was needed for her daughter's upbringing. She forcefully claimed Martha's custody.
If that wasn't enough to bring her money, she tried to seduce Mr.Park, even though he was a married man. With an unsuccessful attempt and harsh rejection from Mr. Park. It didn't take long for her to kill Mr. Park's wife, who was also her close best friend and trusted her more than anyone else. She killed Lily with no remorse. She even dared to marry Mr.Park in the name of her best friend's last wish.
Everyone had turned away from her life. Her own daughter, Martha, had started to hate her. She didn't even pick up her call.
As her past painted up her mind, she realized she was all alone. Abandoned.
Her eyes glazed at her hands, covered in crimson liquid. It felt like a dead end. All she was waiting for was for a grim reaper to appear.
The servants and staff had rushed away from the room, once they saw the brutally dismembered body of the lawyer that was covered with blood on the floor.
"Karma"
"karma...Karma.."
She mumbled those words again and again. She lowly chuckled until she ended up laughing hysterically. That mere nerd of a son-in-law had left her for nowhere. Her existence felt like a failure.
Until she heard a knock on the door, her menace-filled eyes and crazily plastered smile, which went from ear to ear, darted to the door.
She found a doctor dressed in a pure white coat, hands tucked in his pockets. His silhouette dawned on her face as the sunlight peeked from behind his figure.
Mrs. Park: Who the fu*ck?
She mumbled lowly, as his face wasn't visible. Yet she didn't move from her place, expecting him to run away before she stood up.
"It's Karma, you bitch."
All she saw was an old-fashioned camera being raised up, while his hand clicked the button, making a blinding light flash on her face. Her eyes screwed shut as the bright flash made her feel like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Hell awaits."
That is all she heard when her eyes finally caught the face that had been hidden in the dark.
