THRILLER STORY

 By : Putriasih

ME AND MY DESIRE

Brukk...

The old man fell to the ground with his whole body covered in blood. In front of him was a figure who was the mastermind of all that.

"Sorry," he said, clutching his stomach. He seemed unable to move anymore.

"You said that you want to play with me, old man. Why are you begging for forgiveness now?", asked the figure with a sinister smile followed by a mocking laugh.

“My, my apologies. I won't bother you anymore."

"Too late. Goodbye old man, playing with you is really boring." The figure then stabbed the knife into the old man's body one last time.

“Aaaaah...”

***

In life nothing will be perfect. What exists is complement each other. Just as Yin and Yang concepts in Chinese philosophy that are usually used to describe the nature of the interconnected and opposing forces in this world and how they build on each other. Like my relationship with my beloved brother. Vernon is always by my side no matter what. His contradicting nature is very good for our brotherly relationship. I, who is cheerful, insensitive and outspoken, is in contrast to him being quiet, cold and sensitive. But behind it all he has a warm heart. Vernon works as a surgeon in a private hospital in Surabaya. He is 27 years old, 6 years older than me. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce my name. My name is Steviella, my family and friends used to call me Stella.

"We have found the body of a man in his 40’s, dead with horrific wounds all over his body..."

I turned off the tv and threw the tv remote. News of the murders is rife these days. It's always this topic that comes up lately until I'm tired of hearing it. Then I looked at the clock on the wall in the living room. It's twelve o'clock and Vernon hasn't come home yet then I heard the roar of the vehicle. I'm sure it must be him.

Ceklek..

" You have not slept?" he asked as he took off his doctor's coat. "No, why did you just come home? Any impromptu surgery?” I asked curiously. "Hmm, I'll go first." Then Vernon just walked into his room, Yes that's how he just asked and answered briefly.

***

Early in the morning I was getting ready to go to campus but before that I woke Vernon first. When I got to his room I knocked three times but there was no answer at all. Finally I opened the door and it turned out that Vernon was not in the room. I wonder what he's doing so early in the morning.  He left the house when he also came home late last night. I then called him, asking where he is now. After the 5th call, my phone was finally picked up. I asked him why he wasn't home this morning.

"I'm with dad." Deg.. My heart racing fast. What is Vernon there for? "Wait there." I said as I took my bag and car keys.

After 30 minutes, I finally arrived at my father's place. The place is quite secluded, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Located on the border between Surabaya and Gresik. I walked casually as usual, trying to contain the anger that was ready to explode. The sisters greeted me as usual. They already know me. I opened the door.

Ceklek....

"How's dad?", I asked without chit chat.

Vernon turned his head for a moment but no answer came out of his mouth. I approached Dad, smiled and said "Daddy, how are you?". As soon as he heard my voice, dad turned to me and immediately shouted "Go away, GO!!!". I looked down sadly I just wanted to see my dad, but it's always like this. Then I went out. Vernon came out and patted me on the shoulder "Dad's tired", he said.

I didn't respond and just walked away. I drive my car to my college. Only here I feel loved, many people love me here. Vernon does love me but he spends a lot of time in the hospital almost no time for me. After I finished I intended to go to the supermarket first before going home. My stock of strawberries has run out. I really like strawberries for juicing because of their fun color.

***

When I got home, I rushed into the house but I was surprised that Vernon's car was already in the garage. Didn't he go to the hospital? When I entered Vernon was waiting for me in the living room. "You did it again?", His eyes were fixed on me but not enough to scare me. "What?" I asked him back. He sighed. "Please stop doing that, they are innocent."

My face turned flat, "They are innocent but they are at the wrong time." Vernon rubbed his face, he looked very frustrated. "You have to be treated, it can't go on like this."

"I'm not sick."

"Your soul is sick Stella, realize everything you do is wrong, I've seen it. You killed again?”

“Huh, that old man who started it.” I explained.

“STELLA!!!”, plakk..

Vernon reflexively slapped me, his eyes looked at me intently. He looked surprised at what he had done. My head turned to the side when he slapped me. Then I looked at him in disbelief.

"Stella, I didn’t-..", I then left without listening to his explanation.

I ignored him. I stepped into the room. Am I really sick and need to be treated?. I was disappointed in him because Vernon slapped me for the first time. In the past he would only silence me for a few days after finding out I killed another person. But now why is he being this emotional. I'm also still annoyed with the words of the old man who unfortunately is my father. He just snapped at me. Well, it's not entirely my fault. I just don't like dad looking for a surrogate mom. Especially after I found out that that woman was my father's first love. That fact made me hate her even more. So don't blame me if I kill her.

Yes, I am a murderer. When my emotions were out of control, the desire suddenly came. Thirst for blood. I need to see blood to calm my mind. Vernon knew that, even he was the one who caught me killing my father's favorite woman. Dad went crazy after that woman died and he hated me. I don't feel guilty after killing him because I think he deserves it.

Like last night, there was an old man who teased me when I just got home from the supermarket to buy a snack. I've asked him not to nod at me politely but you stupid old man. So don't blame me if I set him up straight away by following where he's taking me. He took me to an old warehouse about 500m from the supermarket. After arriving I told him to lie down first. After that, I took out my favorite folding knife. He hadn't touched someone's skin in a long time.

Without further ado I poked his stomach, he groaned in pain. He got up, pushed me and cursed. I got up and stabbed him again. He kicked me, the old man limped towards the exit screaming for help but before he got outside I stabbed him in the back again so he fell forward. From his mouth, stomach and back came out a lot of fresh blood. I enjoyed the scenery in front of me like I got the best gift. The old man was still not dead, he was breathing heavily. In between breaths, I could hear the word forgiveness. But I don't care, he has awakened a vile soul in my body. As if I wasn't satisfied I scratched my favorite knife again on his face and legs. I gave him a pretty engraving. Not long after he died. I chuckle, he's too weak. After that I left him and rushed home. After arriving home I cleaned myself and also the items that might be evidence. It didn't take long for the news to appear, and people quickly found the old man.

Knock-knock....

            I heard someone knocking on my door, it must be Vernon.

            "Stella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I just want you to change. Your hobby is wrong, you have to fight that desire.”, There was no answer from me I chose to cover my ears with a pillow. Then he sighed, “Okay, it's up to you. From now on I will not protect you anymore. Do what you want to do." Vernon left my room and not long after that I heard the car engine start.

Remembering it all made me even more excited to kill. It was interesting to be able to play with the stupid cops. I've killed many people but until now they still can't find me, stupid isn't it. If in the past maybe because Vernon always protected me, but it seems from now on I should be able to handle everything by myself. He could no longer be my guardian.

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