The preparations for the funeral were done before I even started to realize what happened.
I was still like a zombie trying to understand what happened, standing there looking at the grave of my mother. Beside me was Melody and her mother Rebecca who were wearing all-black to mourn.
They were still sniffling and sometimes crying but at that time I heard none of it. I was in a catatonic state in which the world just stopped for me and I was like a body without a soul.
I was still in the hospital looking at the operating room door as if waiting for her to come out all fine and dandy just for her to smile at me again.
At some point, it became nighttime, and no matter how Melody and her mother Rebecca tried to move me from my place I just stood there.
They looked at me sadly, Melody even on the verge of full-on crying again but before that happened I turned around and hugged them both, and like that the waterworks were on again.
Even though I lost almost all of and still am losing my emotions, I cried, I cried like there was no tomorrow, I cried like a wounded animal, I cried and cried and cried until there was nothing left.
Before I knew it three months had gone past just like that. The sadness and sorrow were still there but time patches up all the wounds they say. Though they don't say it leaves a scar.
I, in my spare time, contacted my father and told him what happened. he was sad and no he wasn't pretending. He was sad but not as much as I was. It was like his close friend's cousin died level of sadness. There was sadness but not as much when it involved you.
I was a little disappointed, but I expected this.
After some time, everything started to get a little more calm and collected. To get my mind off of things I found a job that paid well and I was going to the gym to blow off some steam and empty my mind.
My and Melody's relationship was close at this point and it slowly becoming closer.
I already confessed to her a month back so we were dating.
But the world had other plans for me it seems. just like a cruel puppeteer pulling the strings for a cruel and sadistic play.
One day as I got back home and was about to visit Melody and her mother Rebecca, I saw that their doors were open and the lock was broken.
Despite being mostly apathetic at this point, I was panicked. I rushed into their home and the first thing I saw was Rebecca dead on the floor bleeding from the head.
The whole place was a mess and it looked like a struggle had taken place. The rug that was near Rebecca's cold dead body was crumpled and it was clear that she slipped and hit her head on a corner of the table.
I was shocked, angry, sad, and worried but I was not idle. While my mind was a mess, my body already reached for my phone and dialed the police, and the ambulance. I searched the rooms one by one but didn't find Melody.
After the police came they took me out of the house for questioning, and I complied. They found evidence pretty quickly, the idiots who broke into the house didn't even see the cameras zoom in right into their faces and the number plate of their car.
They had kidnapped Melody.
The investigation of all events, places, victims, and all other stuff took two to three days.
The police found their target quickly and were able to apprehend the ones responsible. But they weren't fast enough.
I saw Melody's body bruised and beaten, used and abused. Those once lively and mischievous eyes of hers were red from her crying and they looked lifeless because of all she had been through. After seeing me she just started crying again. She repeated the words "I'm sorry" to me over and over until she was taken to the hospital by an ambulance.
I was mad.
No.
I WAS LIVID.
I saw the one who was responsible for all this getting transported to a police car. A rich, semi-decent but still a little ugly-looking blonde guy. He was so skinny that I was sure I could break him like a twig.
Well, at least that was my intention before the police were able to hold me down in time seeing that I was quickly approaching the son of a bitch.
While I was getting dog-piled by a bunch of policemen trying to stop me from killing that waste of oxygen, I saw him with a smug grin, like he was proud about everything that was happening and was feeling like a celebrity walking down the red fucking carpet.
He was pushed into the car and taken away and I was released.
After all that, he was just sentenced to a jail time of two years. I understood what he was all smug about now. Even with murder, kidnapping, ra**, and everything else he just got two years. I was silent and just went to visit Melody again.
I had been visiting her in the hospital for a few days and even stayed to take care of her until I was not allowed.
After I arrived at the hospital and went inside, I noticed that some of the staff were in a panic. I approached the reception and asked what was happening, he explained that the patient in room 407 had committed suicide.
As soon as I heard what he said I bolted across the room and weaved and pushed through anyone in my way until I approached that room and there I saw Melody with slits across her wrists with a peaceful look on her face, sleeping...forever.
*Crack*
The Cracked bottle finally broke. All its contents spilled and evaporated.
I was all alone with nothing left...
No.
There was one thing that remained.
A simmering dark void of anger, hatred, and insanity.
This was the point when I became something more and less than human.
I became a Monster.