Archive – Another chance

Here’s another story from my archive – Another chance

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Sitting at my study table, I tried to calm myself. But the more I tried, the more I got restless. Thoughts kept churning on my mind. I had never thought that one dreadful day, I'll kill my own brother. But never had I thought that my own brother would kill my father. How could he kill my father, the same man who had changed his life from a orphan to a well educated doctor. He had always been my idol. But all his love and care for me and dad was never genuine. He faked it ? Just for money?

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That day when I rambled to the ICU, I was sure that my brother, who was handling my dad's case, will be the best doctor for my dad. I was assured. Until what I saw from the glass opening of the ICU door.

He pulled out the oxygen mask from my fathers mouth and stood there watching him die. I tried to comprehend what was happening. I didn't knew it was an attempt of murder. Hastily, as I knocked the door, he opened the door. The mask was in place. "You have to be strong. I am sorry. He is no more" said my sly brother unconscionably. I stood there crying over my father's still body.

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Opening the drawer, I ascertained the gun was there, hidden under the books. The plan is in place. I don't know what would happen of me. I am just 16. But I will avenge my father's death.

Above the books, there was a letter folded. I picked it and opened to read. It was by brother's writing.

"I know you couldn't get over dad's death. It's painful for me too. But you should know the truth. I wanted to tell you personally, but you have been very depressed, so I thought I must wait. But now the time has come.

Dad always treated me as his own son. He never thought me any different from you. He was a brave man. But he was very ill and had already lost the will to live. He wanted to get rid of the incessant pain that he was suffering. I knew what he was going through. Maybe that's why he chose me to do the sin. The Sin to kill my own father. I never wanted it, But the pain in his eyes only pleaded for a favour, favour that was sin for a son. A mercy-killing. I had to do it, for his sake. You are too young to understand. But you should know. I am sorry"

I was shocked. Wiping the sweat, I turned around. He was standing at the door, with tearful red eyes. Running towards him, I hugged him tightly. I realized I don’t want to loose him. Sometimes our vision fails to understand the reality.

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Very soon, I’ll try to post a new story. Till then please bear with me.

Comments

  1. great one... I am for Mercy Killing. what about you?

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  2. i too agree, it's done in consent of the person who's sufferring...ani te mhantat na...jyacha jalta tyalach kalta

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