Surrounded by utter darkness, I sat hopelessly amidst my chamber of doom. I knew nothing of it, had nothing to do with it and yet was held in accusation for it.

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What really happens on the night Kenny Thatcher dies?

Surrounded by utter darkness, I sat hopelessly amidst my chamber of doom. I knew nothing of it, had nothing to do with it and yet was held in accusation for it. My life was cursed, but by whom I do not know. Countless questions were embedded within my mind, all waiting to be observed. The sensuous splendours of life and the priceless moments spent with my family were intricately carved and treasured within the depths of my heart. But now…all life’s purpose had charred to ashes. The divine colours and shades of life, which once brought warmth and radiance, had all withered away, leaving nothing but sorrows. Beautiful thoughts were sculpted into exquisite undulating curves and hollows, which represented all the ups and downs and the rapturous and painful moments in my life. Sweet emotions which once illuminated my soul have crumbled into bitterness-bitterness that defines my identity today.

Venomous fumes of revenge wallowed into my mind, corrupting my virtuous beliefs and polluting my soul which held precious memories, high values and benevolence. Whilst my memory stated the facts of the murder and what will become of me in the near future, my heart spoke only of justice. Life had shown its prejudiced ways, hence I buried every speck of anticipation deep down inside. Only the music of my breathing could be perceived in the empty silence. Sitting in the presence of the mourning moon, I hoped for tomorrow’s sunshine to bring along with it, eternal happiness.

‘Waiting for it all,

Uncertainty in the air,

Join now!

What will happen next?’

This rhetorical question remained silent, just whirling deep inside of me. Suddenly…an incredible but spine-chilling feeling galloped along my back.

Ten…waves of black smoke rolled into my cell, nine…uncertainty collapsed, eight…a cloudy figure stood in the distance, seven…droplets of sweat formed on my forehead, six...the misty shadow marched towards me, five…my face leaked severely with sweat, four...specks of light penetrated the mist, three…my heart knocked against my chest, two…the shadow gained a human figure as it ascended from the fog, one…I gazed in utter amazement-Kenny?

Numerous questions collided with one another; Kenny was standing ...

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