Punishment of Cain

Macomb, Michigan.
February 10, 2016.

My name is Evan Bellamy, I have 23 years, tall, thin complexion, brown eyes, and repressed so many dreams that evaporate from my pores when I'm with her.
The only person whose presence lifts me from the ground into a place where all I could ask for is to stay by her side.
She is 21 years old, Chloe Starling, natural blonde, beautiful big blue eyes, her smile fascinates me, her lips are the most tender that heaven can try. I fell in love with her four years ago, we started with a simple conversation in a common exhibition of the city and could not be happier today.
Today is our 4th. anniversary, I have planned an special surprise for both, a classical evening with candles, bolognese spaghetti made by me and a glass of fine wine I could find. It took me weeks to prepare this wonderful evening, and just to enjoy it with her, the only person I care about in the world.
We see here, on this hill outside the city, where both find that escape from reality we both need sometimes to the tree where we came three years ago to write our names on the bark of it, in our first anniversary. This place is full of memories, this tree prevails with the promise of a life together, a promise to never lose our minds, to never separate.
It's 22:00, i'm smoking a cigarette while I wait, it's a cool but pleasant, thanks to the rains that have occurred in recent days.
Then I begin to feel it, the aroma, perfume, so characteristic of her, intoxicating to the point where I lose the feeling of being stricken in my own agony, could swear that there is no better flavor than hers.
It's her, walking with her beautiful white dress, a small woolen cap lands on his head, is wearing the necklace and bracelets I gave her. Nice touch on their part.
She hugs me, and her embrace is so warm and welcoming, could never let go, she caresses me with a kiss on the lips, look me in the eye and say each one of the words that she usually say, that words i love and take me to a state of total peace, where I could not be luckier to have her.
Each hug and kiss transports me to those days when I got home to look up, thanking God so much for the opportunity to finally meet someone that fills me in every way, and make me sigh how happy I am, for I met the right person, someone to dream with every day.

And we chatted for hours, proceed to dine and drink wine, including routine conversations about how much we love and how much we longed to see each other. She tells me she's captivated, because this time I struggled to give her the best of evenings, and what better than a starry night in front of the person you love? There is nothing better in the world.
We make love. It is a special moment, we keep it for the best of times, and it feels even better than the first time. If i'm not the luckiest man, I'm the happiest.
And the sun falls on us, on this distant to the city, no cars to bother us no more than the fireflies flying around her beautiful body, shining alongside her soft blue eyes.
I love her.

The next day…

I took her to her house, carried her to her room, I lay her down on her bed, turned on the bedside lamp. She loves the lamp, i gave it to her.


I close the door of her, get out and lock her front door, and I'm going home to rest, though I doubt sleep because I'm so happy I could sing every song dedicated to her during these four years we've been together.

When I get home, I look around me, there is nobody at home, as always, I remember when I ran away from my parents, they did not loved me because I, in their words, wasn't man enough to be considered an exemplary son, they never understood me, so I ran away, because they really weren't very close to me, I was the black sheep long enough to realize that in fact they were bad people, not me. I go to my room and the first thing you notice is a letter from her to me:

"Dear Evan,
After 4 years, I've realized that you're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'll never ever find such a pure and loving how you be. And I confess to never be able to get away from you, because I love you with all my heart.
But there is something i didn't told you, and last night I had not the courage to tell. You remember Craig Monaghan?
During that camp I shared with him, I realized many things. He is a person I know from my childhood, and it means a lot to me. He confessed being in love with me, and I told him I loved him. And it's something I never told you, because I love you too.
But I decided to leave you from this moment you read this note, I do not want to end wrong with you. I love you, and you will always be part of me. And forgive me for saying this way so cowardly, but that's why I arranged for you last night. To give you the best night of your life, and, please, remember what happened as a deal of love for you, because you mean so much to me.
It's just that Craig is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can not let go this opportunity.

I love you,
Chloe. "

After reading, I feel a terrible chill ran through my body, I froze, I can't feel my hands. The note falls on my feet and my eyes lose that bright tone when they had just arrived home.
Is indescribable pain I feel now, my soul was troubled after reading the last word of that letter, it was not a joke, it's actually all over.

How does it feel to die?
It's like a thunderous blow to the heart, It's completely destroyed and left completely consumed black.
And you start to mourn uncontrollably.
How at this time. I can not stop, could not help but feel a slow agony damaging my mind and spirit, I can not stand.
What did I do to deserve this ?, I don't know. I don't want to find out, just want to go to the most remote part of the city, where no one can find me, dig a hole and bury myself to suffocate my lungs and make them explode with pressure. It's a pain that i wouldn't wish on anyone, I want to destroy myself, disappear from the face of the earth.
So I approach the wall, and I start to hit as hard as I can, the power of my tears doesn't let me stop and my knuckles bleed until they break, I continue without stopping until my fingers begin to separate a little, my mind can't even perceive how my bones are broken in a matter of minutes and my hand is still, I don't even feel pain. Then I go to the bathroom, I'm looking through my box of medicines, I find nothing. Then I open the bathroom mirror, I look in my toothbrushes, toothpastes and desodorants, then i find it, my razor blade.
I take my razor, break it with my teeth, my tongue and lips are seriously injured, the blood does not stop running through my body, but I take the razor blade and start cutting my arms, my chest and abdomen, begin to hurt me depth. It is therefore my grief for their loss, I didn't realize that I am seriously wounded.
I want to die!
But I faint. And dunno know what else happens. The light went out and I think it's time for a deep sleep without waking hour.

The next day…

Where am i?
Awake, my body is full of blood, apparently tried to hurt this body in which I awoke, but what am I doing here?
Why am I not in hell being hit by Samael?
My name is Cain, and can't understand what this place is, but something is guiding me, a smell, a unique scent, delicious. And my head hums a particular sound, a name:
Chloe.
And almost consistently, my body just starts to move, as if to a destination guide me, and my hands are no longer numb, I adapt to this body, and i start walking, then running rampant. It is as if my mind relentlessly guide me where I have to get, to where I have to find that person, Chloe, and make him pay for his sin to harm this clean body of sin, guilt free. And I have full control.
I arrived at my destination, is a 2-story walls a color that i don't know, but they are like the petals of this beautiful flower saw before killing my brother Abel.
At the entrance, there is a motif of flowers unknown to me, and lots of rocks, down the road of flowers is a huge rock, with lyrics written in an unknown language:
WELCOME.
So the charge, this is the rock in order to torment this body owned by me. I run to the door with the rock in my hands, the first thing I do is go throw the rock on the wooden floor marked with other rare flowers and an excerpt covers the wood, giving it a glow that I like. But no time, so I do almost my mind, my nose. I felt that aroma to come into this world, I'm sorry, how a way into my head, that brings me to a structure used to climb to the top of the house. And I do, I go quickly advanced to a nice door, open it, and there she is. There's the sinful girl, Chloe.
she wakes up, then took her arm, forced her down.
Once down, the continuous beating times while I notice how my arms and a mouth open wounds, begin to drip blood, too much blood, I slowly weakened.
But I can not stop, I'm here. And i hit her until she stops screaming, but starts begging, screaming a strange name.

-¡Evan, Please stop! You're killing me - she begs.

But if I do not pay, I have little time, so the beating almost to knock her out, until it stops shouting the name unknown to me, in that language i had never heard but do not tolerate. When she stops moving, I get up, I do not take the time to rest this cruel fatigue and took the rock that i got to enter the lift with all my strength to stretch my arms, and suddenly, nothing. Disappeared from that place, my eyes are transported to another world, hell. I'm not in that place, and Samael is coming closer.
My torment is about to continue.

In that moment.
On earth…

Regained consciousness, I'm Evan again, and i'm looking at Chloe destroyed by beating but i don't know the reason. I do not know what happened, I think it's my fault, no one else is here. I can't believe I was the one who did this.
I remember being asleep last night, but after that dream, I swear I had to spend hours and hours. And I'm not sleepwalking, can't understand how I could get here.
But I can't stop seeing her eyes, terrified, i start remembering anything that is happened through our long relationship. All in an instant, in a blink.
Suddenly, a force from above crushes me, it is a huge rock, the rock that Chloe have at the entrance to her home, the on with the "WELCOME" message. But I can not hold my arms bleeding, so does my mouth, I'm weak and the rock falls.
Right in her head, the sound is indescribable, abominable. I had never heard a more frightening than being crushed his head with the rock sound. My pants are full of her brains. I do not understand what happened, what am I doing here ?, I'm bleeding to death, I feel the wounds in my arms, also in my abdomen and chest. They are the wounds that I made last night, my left hand is shattered by the blows i gave to the wall. I'm dying and I fall on my knees, then I throw myself to the ground beside her, where I could not be happier to see my last will of life.
I take the last effort of my body, I sit and lift the huge rock, just I can with her, then I go back to the floor and get the rock up my face as and dropped it.
Then all clouds, and not know what else happens. As i lay Dying, I see every moment of my life. And it is unfair, because I did not deserve this, there was no such error in my life to give a twist to every event to finish here.
Life was simply cruel to me, and it's over.
I love you, Chloe.