Hatred
英文です。
'It's dinner time Mr.Eva.'
When I called my master for dinner, the room remained silent. I could hear every sound, even a drop of water.
'Mr.Eva?'
I stomped into the libruary, which Mr.Eva spent most of the time, reading, writing, or researching. He was a kind man, and would always turn back, smile,and would say,'I'll be there in a moment.'
Today, he was there too, but...
'No!Mr.Eva!'
I didn't even realise that I screamed so loud, that it lured everyone to the libruary. I was more surprised to notice that Mrs.Eva screamed louder than I. The police was called immediately and the search began.
Mr.Eva was lying so quietly, without a sound, and his expression looked so peaceful, so peaceful that I almost regreted.
* * *
Today, I'm sitting beside the window, taking a glance at the crowded road, and thought about the memory with my former master.
I'm living so happily now, not being a servant anymore. That made me think about him more, and sometimes, I would ask myself, if I regret what I have done. But I always push that thought out of my mind, telling myself, that it's already gone, and I shouldn't be bothered by the past.
No one, absolutely no one suspected me. Yes, now, I can say without hesitation, that I did it. I don't know why, but I did it with drug. Day by day, it would erode his body, and day by day, he would step closer to death. I felt something I never felt before, and at the time, it was not unpleasent.
I still can't understand why I did that.
'Human is complicated but simple. They do what they want, and don't know why they did that afterwards.'
Mr.Eva used to say that ironically. And I, would be the best example of that.
Mr.Eva was famous in a good way. He was an author, writing the best seller for children's book,"Sun, Moon, and Stone". Besides that, he was humourous and kind, which made everyone to love him. He was never reluctant to help others, also always kept being possitive anytime.
For some reason, I couldn't forgive his personality. Maybe I hated his laughter, humour, smile, and kindness.
During these years, I kept thinking, trying to get an answer from myself, from my heart and from my spirit.
I finally seeked an answer. It was simple. Mr.Eva is dead, and dead can't be back alive. I can't do anything anymore. What I need to think about, is my future.
Sitting beside the window, I saw the heavy rain pouring down. Pouring down to this land, and to my heart. As if, it was washing my distress away, to return my heart to a blank piece of paper. My sin could be never erased, even by a heavier rain, but I was satisfied.
Raised by the rain, the flower opened. The flower might represent the stance of me now, and might lead my path to the future.
That's right, Mr.Eva is already dead, and I don't need to think about him anymore.
初めて英文投稿しました。
これは一年前に書いたのを書き換えたものです。
書き換えたよりは殆ど元の部分が残ってないのですが...
