A topic for the story...-A new beginning
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While handling question paper in one hand and in other bottle of poison, I thought that this is my end. I broke all the dreams of my father. I turned my life to the everlasting dark cave which was sometime before, enlighten by the dreams, aspiration and ambition of mine to do something for my father. I made my father’s life, a hell. I can’t live with all these sins on my head. I don’t have the right to live. I should die…, no I should die.
I looked toward the bottle of poison in my hand. I took a long breath. I took the bottle toward my mouth, then suddenly, my eyes falls on the picture of my father hanging on the front wall. He was smiling, in fact he was hiding the pain of his life from me because he always want me to be happy. Will he be happy while seeing me unconscious? Will he be happy while seeing me fallen in front of his eyes with closed eyes? Will he be happy to see me dead? Yes, he will have some dreams for me but he can’t even dream me doing something like this.
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It was a dark and stormy night,all the lights in the street were turned off and there was total silence, not a sound to be heard. It was as if the whole world was asleep and oblivious to what was happening outside. Just visible, through the darkness of the street, was a van in which inside sat a man. A man not mad, not insane, just a little bit crazy.
John Gordon sat in his van watching the old run down building, waiting for his chance to make his dreams become a reality. He had been waiting for about an hour and in that time he had a chance to think back on his life. He was not always alone, he was not always homeless and with no way to support himself. He once had a family, a loving wife and daughter, a great job and a home he loved to share with his family. His daughter was his world, everything he did was for her. So why was it al taken away from him? Why did his wife decide to divorce him and rid him of his rights of parenthood? He was not sure.But that was all about to change. He was going to start his life again,start a clean slate and live happily ever after.
As the night grew darker and the rain got heavier, John looked out the window. In a nearby puddle he could just make out his reflection. Deep blue eyes full os sadness and grief were staring back at him. Full of hurt and dispair, it seemed these eyes would never be happy again. His dirty Blonde hair which had once been so clean and shiny was now scruffy and overgrown and John's chin was full of stubble.
John turned his gaze back towards the old dance studio. He could see movement inside and he knew that in just a few short moments his chance would come. He thought back to his plan. To start a new life, he would have to take someone with him.
John crept slowly out of his van. It was cold outside, and it was raining harder than ever. He slowly and silently made his way over to the door of the studio and stood beyond a pole. The door creaked as it was suddenly pushed open. Someone was coming out. John leapt out from the darkness of his hiding place. He jad to be sure it was the right person. In the light shining out from the door he could make out a small figure with wispy blonde hair. He pounced on her and brought her to the ground and then dragged her unconscious body over to his van.
The girl was young. She looked to be about eight and she had long shiny blonde hair. She was a tiny thin, with a cute face and a petite body. She was becoming more and more conscious with every moment. She opened her eyes. They were deep blue and full of hurt. John just stood therewatching her. How could his plan be so cunningly clever and wonderful, yet so cruel at the same time? But in the end this would not matter, he would already be on his way to starting a new life... And the time had come to make it a reality.
John pulled a big, dirty old knife out from under the rusty old seat. He did not want it to be painful; he wanted it to beshort and quick. The girl did not move. She recognised him from somewhere, but she was not sure where from. John pounced on her and plunged the knife straight through her heart. A pool of blod was growing more and more visible as the blood came rushing out from the stab wound moulded into her chest. With terrified eyes and trembling blue lips, she managed to get out one last word. "Daddy?......"
John looked down upon the lifless body of his daughter and said "Don't be scared. we'll be together soon enough. Wiat for me, I love you" and with these last words, he grabbed the the blood covered knife out from the heart of his now dead daughter and plunged it into his own.
"We'll start a new life together and live happliy ever after".