I Found Her!

I kept close to him. The stranger left me on my own when I suffered the hallucinations. But I seriously doubted he would do anything if I were to have another spell. I mean, he didn't do anything for me when I fell to the floor but if anything, I'm hoping that there will be people around if I were to fall again and maybe something will be done about it. At least thats what I'm hoping for. The street we now arrive on… the street lights were off. The clouds dissipated and the moon shined brightly enough for me to see. The stranger continued forth with me following. There were no others around so my hope for witnesses diminished. 

We came to a construction site. The gate was left open and we entered, despite the No Trespassing sign dangling on the side. We walked down the slope and upon the horizon, I spotted the skeleton of a building being constructed. I was thinking that she must be in there, but the stranger turned away from that direction and walked over to a large pit. I began to feel leery about this. The stranger stopped at the edge and pointed into the pit.

"She's down there."

I stared down and I could see a white plastic tarp wrapped around a body, an arm sticking out with a leg. The tarp reflected the moonlight, giving it an uneasy glow.

Oh god… no. Please don't tell me…

I staggered, fell, and even rolled a bit as I rushed down into the pit to her. I hit the bottom with a sickening squish as it was still muddy and I made my way to the body. I unwrapped the tarp and there she is; pale, sleeping eternally, her skin cold to the touch. Her face and hair, crusted in a mixture of mud and blood. I wept as I held her tightly. My life is collapsing around me.

"I know how she died." I turned my head to see the stranger standing behind me. "How? Did you do it?" I asked. The stranger gave a cold chuckle. "No… you killed her." I stared in disbelief. Me? I killed my own wife? How? The stranger continued.

"Tonight was in fact your date night. It was your attempt to make amends with her after you had a lover's spat. You've had several of them before, each one getting worse than the previous. This one became the worst as she began to talk of the possibility of divorce because you hardly paid attention to her and began to push her out of your life. The thing is, you've thought of it for a long time; getting rid of her. But you pushed it away, believing you could fix it. You took her out to the streets and she tried to leave you in anger after you told her to smile. You fell as you tripped over a crack and you hit your head hard. In pity, she helped you to your feet and decided to give this night a try as she saw the miserable expression on your face. You both went to the movie theater and were soon kicked out for causing too much noise and when the two of you came out, it rained. She saw the smile she hadn't seen before. You both decided to go to the state fair to make up for the theater. There, you tried to go to the mirror maze but were told that it was closed for replacement, which explains why that spot was barren. The two of you had your fun until a former mistress of yours appeared. Your wife thought you were having an affair once more and left. You pursued her, trying to explain that nothing happened. She refused to listen and wanted to go home. When you both came home, she scolded you for everything and once more, the two of you fought. But that's where you blacked out… and I came in." 

Upon this, I rose to my feet. No more games. It's time to find out who he is. I yanked the umbrella from his hand and I gasped. It's me, only with yellowish-red eyes and a wicked smile. He continued.

"You grabbed her to confront her and she slapped you. The two of you fought but then you grabbed the other scissor piece and stabbed her fatally. She let out quite an exquisite scream. She died in your arms asking you why. Then the rest is history."

The visions appeared in my head; After she died, I carried her body to dispose of it, believing that the pit would suffice. I wrapped the plastic tarp around her and dumped her body in. Then I returned home and began to wreck the place, as I was certain someone will soon call the police and they will be here soon, to make it seem like someone broke in and attacked us. I smeared her blood all over to make it look like a convincing struggle. As a final touch, I cut myself several times before stabbing myself in the leg. Then I passed out from the combination of pain and blood loss.

I can't believe it. I refuse to believe it. My wife… I killed her! Oh god what have I done? I looked at the stranger. "Who are you?" I asked. This time, he answered. "I am the dark conscience that lives within the back of your mind. I am the darkness you struggle against every day, the darkness that will consume you when you let down your guard. I am a part of you. Why do you think that the homeless man reacted the way he did? Why those people stared at you?"

I remembered; When I was talking to the stranger, the homeless man saw it as me talking to myself. The people I encountered saw only me at the stoplight, no one else was with me. I have lost it… I went back to my wife and I stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry…" I said. I lifted the tarp and pulled the other half of the scissors. I can't go on anymore. I slit my own wrists, hitting the artery. As I set the blade down and began to weaken, I saw the stranger, my dark half, pick up his umbrella. "It's been a lovely night," he said, "Farewell." He then turned and walked away as darkness began to cloud my eyes. I can feel myself leaving my body. I am so sorry… I am so sorry… goodbye.