"Where am I?"
I was standing in a dark alley and as I looked around, I could not find anyone around. I began to wonder how I got there, and where I was in the first place. I noticed a fountain not so far away from me and I approached it. The fountain had a big statue of an angel. The thing was, why did the angel had a spear in his hand? And somehow, I found the angel looked.... Creepy. The street lamp standing next to it helped me to see clearly the reflection I saw on the water. A brown-haired girl with a pale face was staring back at me. I could feel the loneliness when I looked in her eyes. I reached out my hand to the water and the girl's figure went blurry. The reflection started to get clearer but it's not the same picture.
Red. It was all covered in red.
Crimson red liquid ran down her face. A wide devilish smile was drawn on her face. The image scared me so much that I could not stand looking at it even for one second longer. But as I looked up, a more terrifying scene was already waiting for me.
A body of a man was stuck on the spear of the statue.
I got so terrified and fell to my knees. Strangely, the ground was somehow wet. I looked down and I found myself kneeling on a pool of crimson red blood. My body was, too, covered in blood. I saw my own hands shaking and I was about to lose it, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned my head slowly and I saw the bloody man behind me.
It had been years since that incident, but I still had the dream like it happened just yesterday. I found myself sitting on the bed in a dark and dirty room. There was no door but iron bars. I got imprisoned, but honestly, I did not regret what I did to that man. The man who raped my best friend. The man who took everything she had. The man who made her dead.
But finally, I was free.
No more orange uniform. No more works to do. And finally, I would be able to meet the one I loved the most - but did I dare to after what I had done? Questions had been appearing in my mind for days but I still didn't have the answers. But still, the first thing I wanted to do when I got out of this place was to meet him.
I had arrived at the place where I used to spend my days and nights with him. The apartment we both bought together. I felt somehow nostalgic and all sorts of memories started to play in my mind - the day when we first met, when we had our first kiss, when we started living with each other, but it all stopped by a question that kept popping up in my head.
"What if he has already forgotten about me?"
My heart stopped there for a second. But this thought was not any bigger than my feelings for him. I braced myself to walk to my apartment door and pressed the bell. Once, twice, but still no answer. I did not know what to think about it. More questions appeared in my mind and tears started to fill my eyes. I sat in front of the door and wait for, maybe, him to come home.
Unconsciously, I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark but still, there was no sign of him. The tears then fell to the ground and I just could not stopped it from falling. The I suddenly, I heard something fell on the ground. I looked towards the source of the noise and there was him, beside a fallen bag of vegetables, standing with a shocked face. I then stood up but I could not move my feet - even for an inch.
"Why are you here?" Asked him.
I could not say a word. I was confused with this question. "Did he mean he did not want to see me? Or was he simply shocked?" He started to walk, no, run towards me. Feeling scared, I stepped back but he pulled my hand and embraced me.
"I thought you're going to get out of the prison tomorrow!" he said, "I missed you so much."
He hugged me really tight. After all these years, I could finally feel this warmth again. Leaving the bag outside, he took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the apartment door. He pulled me inside and once the door was closed, he landed his warm lips on mine.
Finally, I'm home.
