The Mystery

Standing at a point where the path in front of me forks in the three, I feel my heart thumping against my chest. My head feels heavy, panting like crazy, breathing as hard as I can. Wiping sweat off of my forehead with one trembling hand and holding a kitchen knife tightly in the other I speak up, "this is what you deserve for doing this to my family. You took my family away from me. This is the payback you get, taking your last breath in the middle of a street, away from your loved ones, all alone. I can't think of any other way to punish you." 

As tears begin to fill up my eyes, the man lying in front of me speaks up, "At this moment with you by my side, I am not alone. I don't have much time left so listen, I'll make it quick. As of this very moment your hands are tainted with blood. No matter how much you deny it you are now someone with blood on their hands. Even if the law can't find you, you can't escape that one reality of ending a life. Carry this reality with your shoulders. Get stronger, there's much more you need to save. None around you can be trusted. Now hurry up, you can see that smithery over there, right? Throw that knife in an active furnace, hide all the blood stains or throw away your shirt. Let there be no trace of this get near you. Hurry up! I'll be dead soon, and become an unnamed corpse. It's just a matter of time."

As tears begin to flow, I reply with a hint of sorrow, "Why? Why're you showing compassion to the bastard that just stabbed you in the gut? Why do you want me to erase the evidence? Why are you so calm even when you're dying? Why do I feel like I'm the one in the wrong?" As the tears kept flowing and I screamed with all the strength I had, I realised that the man in front of me was dead 

With tears rolling down my sleepy eyes I wake up, dreaming of something that should've been forgotten.