Darkness

The darkness was filled with red. I was standing there, staring at the blank spaces of my life. She was also there, but lost. A cold drop of salty water trailed down her cheek and I shivered in horror and discomfort.

“Say it! Don’t be afraid dear.” I said. My words terribly shaking as I managed to put them down in a sentence. She sobbed once, twice, thrice. Every tear drop of hers was digging the hole in my chest wider and deeper. But she was just staring at nothingness. Her silence was stabbing me.

“You did this?” I shouted, to bring her back from her darkness to the darkness filled with red. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I……w….was…….”

“You did this or not?”

She lowered her head in a yes but was never able to raise it again. I grabbed her sweating hand and paced out of the room.

The darkness was filled with red, gushing out of the dead body. I left the corpse and the darkness behind. But her darkness never left her behind. It comes back to her every time she hears the red police siren roar.

I should have been stronger to fight the darkness not to run away from it. I should have left my daughter in the darkness to get rid of her darkness.