Die, you devil!

      He hated him. Actually, they hated one another. Was that right? Wasn’t it considered as a sin? It doesn’t matter. There wasn’t any kind of good feeling involved with their relation. They lived under the same ceiling, always meeting in the middle of the living room or the kitchen, they needed to bear each other. They were so different. Having to see those faces that none of them could deal with was awful.

     In some evening, after another daily fight, the boy locked himself in the bedroom, mad. He couldn’t bear that anymore. He thought of several ways to end that torture and send that being back to the shadows, the place which he should have never left. That monster’s voice, his face, his walking, his clothes, everything bothered the poor boy. Mainly, knowing that they still breathed the same air and inhabited the same world. NO! There was no place for both, only one could survive.

     The time passed by. The dawn came out quickly. And the boy was still awake. He wasn’t being able to sleep, not with that beast breathing in the next room. He got off his bed, made himself be standing, opened the door and went straightforwardly to the monster’s place. As soon as the boy opened the other door, he was there: sleeping so comfortably as the devil does in hell. All that anger controlled him and, along with it, an idea came out of the blue, so cold and so exciting at the same time.

       He walked smoothly towards the kitchen of the house. He couldn’t be noisy. He lit the cooker, got a pan full of water and warmed it. He waited anxiously.

         -Time, damn freaking time, you made me wait a lot and I thought you would fix that for me, but you didn’t. Don’t worry, nevertheless, this ends now. –The boy whispered staring at the roof.

      He picked up some cloth from the ground, unlit the fire and carried the pan carefully. He walked slowly, very smoothly, trying to avoid breathing in order to make sure that nothing could wake the devil up from his deep sleep. He pulled the door using one of his feet, went in, stared at, for the last time, that face which would never be the same again, that devil who was going to meet his mates in hell.

     Suddenly, in a swift motion, he poured out the warm water into the sleeping being’s ear, spreading it for all over his head. The devil woke up. He screamed weakly and quickly, shut his mouth up with the amount of water which entered into his mouth. The boy laughed out loud and felt relieved, a fantastic and comfortable relief, even after killing his own dad.

Lianderson Ferreira