Tonight's a long night.

“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you." -Rosamund Lupton


 She lay still on her bed, trying to neutralize the thoughts that were to cloud the spaces of her mind. But soon enough, she could feel her heart race. Teardrops began to well in her eyes. She shut her eyes tightly and clutched her head between her palms. She realized, she couldn't take it any longer. She got up and punched hard against the window that opened up to an empty dark street. ​Yes, the loudest shrieks are often silenced and numbed beneath some obscure scars and blood. Her hand bled, maybe there was broken glass that had pierced her hand, too; but she didn't flinch. She simply stood there staring purposelessly at that one mangled streetlight...

Silence. The clock read 2 45 am. It was quieter than ever before and somewhere, that silence was consuming her. She lit a cigarette, smoke pluming out of her nose and mouth. She felt a bit more intoxicated. Failing to balance herself, she sat on the window pane, looking at the empty lane and then at the dark sky. 

And then all of a sudden, far away, from somewhere, she heard a woman cry. It was a loud, painful scream; lowered due to the distance from where the voice was coming. The sound was dim but it was loud enough to startle her and give her chills down the spine. She covered her ears, tears streaming down her warm cheeks; but the woman just wouldn't stop. And then, that incident flashed before her eyes. What she'd been averting since the evening, finally happened. 

Her new sedan. Alcohol. Loud music. The speed. A poor old woman crossing the road. The small boy holding her hand. The accident. Blood. Two dead bodies. Hit-and-run. She shut her eyes in a bid to drive away the memory; it seemed futile. She began trembling with fear, guilt, shame, and self loathe. But in vain. Nothing was meant to comfort her at that moment. Morally, nothing should have comforted her then. 

Well, I don't know how did that night pass.

It's morning now and everyone in the hospital is only talking about the latest case, that's being claimed as the "most exciting" and the "most mysterious" one in a very long time. A young girl's found dead in her apartment under inscrutable circumstances. The postmortem report, apparently, revealed nothing; nor did the forensics find anything around her. After several rounds of inspections, the body was finally sent to the morgue where it lay next to the corpses of an old woman and a young boy.

Maybe the world's actually a round place. 
Maybe whatever goes around, comes around.
Maybe guilt is too strong an emotion.
Maybe dying changes everything.
Maybe people are irrational.
Maybe the decisions made in the blink of a moment are almost, always wrong.