…Louder!
Louder! Louder! Louder!
The people were
still sitting on the chairs and drinking, didn’t they hear that? Or maybe it’s
just because I’m feeling guilty. Finally the police were leaving; I brought
them to the door and watch their actions specifically, look like they are not
feeling suspicious about the sound, or are they trying to fool with me? This is
really annoying. I cannot handle this anymore, I ran into the room, the sound
was still there, it’s even getting louder and louder, it is as loud as a big
drum. I have nothing else to do, my head is almost about to explore. The images
of the old man and his eye are keep appearing in front of my mind. Yes, I am
feeling guilty right now; maybe I am actually a mad man, I am insane, I picked
up a knife, and dig out my heart. I lied down on the floor, the sound has
stopped, everything has ended, the old man appeared, he was looking at me, but
his eye has gone, he’s not scary anymore, but the only different thing is, he
could fly, but I am keep getting in to the ground, like a hole was keep
expanding. I suddenly realized that the way that the old man went to is the
heaven, for me? Yes, I am going to a place, which gathers the mad men. Hell.