A dark shadow of her past overcast her present. She was unable to speak. Something horrid she had seen which made her conclude that nothing good lasts for long. As she sat on her reclining chair, swinging, her hands holding a cup of steaming hot coffee, her petrified flashy vermilion eyes stared into oblivion. It was the same date and the exact same hour when the incident took place. Its been three years. She hasn't forgotten. Every year she sits on that reclining chair, swinging, with a hot cup of coffee, wearing the same dress she had worn on that day three years ago, and without even blinking an eye she waits. She waits for death to come and ferry her to the land of the dead where she could apologize to the person whom she murdered. Yes, she is a murderer! A brutal blood-craving demon resides in her soul. Satan himself created her. But, since she took birth as a mortal, she came out of her mother's womb, she possessed certain humane traits. Which is why guilt conscience has been hovering over her mind and soul for the past three years. She feels repentant.
To get over the trauma she made certain crucial changes in her life. The most important thing that she changed was her atmosphere. She couldn't afford to live in that flat anymore, it chocked her. She changed her college and completely cut off relations from her parents, relatives and other friends. She earned her bread and butter herself, she supported her futile body in which her soul was entrapped which just wanted to free itself from the shackles of that body. In short, she just continued living to die.
She wasn't always a demon. She was compelled to do that heinous crime. The victim harassed her, so she put an end to it. The victim was, however, a good friend of hers. I am not allowed to reveal her story, I promised her, therefore, I must put a full stop here.
