• Midnight revenge


    The train slowed down and the stopped in the station of the little town. The red-haired girl got off without hurry and headed straight for the exit. After all those years she had finally come back to her home town and she noticed with a bit of nostalgia that nothing had changed.
    She went out and the wind messed up her long hair, but she didn’t seem to care about that. The streets were empty, a part of some lone shadows who were walking quickly. It was late in the night and the darkness had already fallen on the little cemetery. The girl walked among the tombstones and after some minutes she stopped in front of one those and knelt down. She stared at the woman in the photo without a word. The memories of that day, the day that had changed her life and herself forever, were vivid in her mind.
    The previous evening it was raining heavily. She was at one of her friends’ place and she had decided to spend there the night because of the bad weather. She had called her mother and they had talked for a while, before saying goodbye to each other. That time had been the last she had talked to her.
    She had spent the evening talking with one of her friends about her ex-boyfriend, a rebellious, really possessive guy. They had been together for almost a six months, but in the end she had decided to split up one month before: he didn’t let her almost breath with his stupid jealousy and he was always so rude with her friends. She had realized that she couldn’t stand any more his behavior and she had told him it was over between them. But he hadn’t stop tormenting her because he couldn’t accept her willing. He was really furious and had sworn to her that she would pay for that. Even if she was a little worried, she hadn’t cared too much about that words. She knew that he was a very vindictive and also violent person, but at that time she couldn’t even imagine how much. So she had no idea of what was going to happen.
    The next morning, when she had arrived at home, the door was unlocked. She had opened it and she had found her mother’s body on the floor in a red pool. She had walked in shock along the corridor and she had reached the living room: her ex-boyfriend was lying on the sofa, covered with blood. He had looked up at her with a crazy grin on his face and he had stood up staggering: he was completely drunk. She had watched him approaching for a moment and then she had run out of the room to find help. But the guy had been faster and had grabbed her arm, throwing her on the ground. She had hit violently her head against the floor and she had lost consciousness. When she had woken up the guy had disappeared.
    Nobody had believed her. So she had left the town, trying to rebuild her life in other places but without success. For that reason she was back now. It was revenge time.
    She talked to the tombstone for many minutes, then stood up and left the cemetery. She walked along desert streets as far as she reached his old house. She knew that he was still living there and in that moment he was at home. She opened the door and went inside. The guy was in the kitchen and when he saw her, recognizing her ex-girlfriend, smiled. He was going to say something, but then he saw the gun in her hand. His smile turned in a terrified expression, but before he could do anything, she approached quickly, raised the weapon and shot. The blood spattered on her while a triumphant grin widened on her face. Now she would have been good again after years and years of agony and inner torture. She didn’t care about what would happen to her, she had just achieved the purpose of her now useless life. They could imprison her, kill her or whatever, no matter. She had already left the world the day she had found the body of her mother. She had become a ghost who was living just for taking the blood of the murderer and now that it was soaking her skin and her soul she had finally find peace. Anything was no longer important.
    When the police, that the neighbors had called after hearing the shot, arrived, she was still laughing, sat in the blood pool, the gun firmly gripped in her hand, the eyes lost in the nothing.