Chapter 55: IS IT WRONG?
What's good? What's evil? What's right? What's wrong?
Questions that are simple to ask, but often hard to explain. Why? The answers are straightforward, right? Let's see...
Is killing a person wrong? Absolutely! That's what most of us unanimously consider to be the perfect answer. But is it? Some kill out of pleasure, while some kill out of necessity, while some kill to settle the score, some for the sake of justice, some for vengeance, and many other cases. That's how it always is. The motive dictates the actions and lays out the consequence. At the end of the day, when the storm settles down, and blood's splattered everywhere, the only thing that's left is a still body, in the pool of red. That's how it is. That's where the world stops.
But how many of these righteous people who pass their judgment on these so-called convicts actually see beyond what meets the eye. Say, for example, you're a diligent worker, one whose life revolves around your partner and your kid. And that's the only purpose that's keeping you to move forward and be better than yesterday. You have a place, that you call home, and people that look forward to your safe return, while you want to be greeted by their happy smiles.
That's simple and quite cheerful, isn't it? That's what most people strive for, but only a few seldom get. You consider yourself lucky, and thankful and keep praying that these days last forever. And you're not wrong in doing so. Every one of us will protect what we hold dear to ourselves. We all want time to freeze upon and live in those moments forever. Forever...
But, on one fine day, what if everything crumbles and your world burns down to ashes? Instead of smiles and a warm breeze when you return home, what if you were treated to a cold chilly, and dark atmosphere? The room's dark, no one's around to welcome you back. You make your way into the living room, only to stumble upon something and fall down to the ground. You try to get up and in doing so, you notice some viscous liquid on the floor, it's thicker than water. You try to crawl to the nearest switchboard, and you finally switch on the lights. The lights suddenly blind your eyes, and in reflex, you cover your eyes with your hands. When you've adjusted your eyesight, you slowly start to move your hand away, only to notice a red stain on your hand. You're frightened. You yell out a shriek. You suddenly get to the main hallway, only to be left shellshocked, heartbroken, and in despair. What you trampled upon and lost your balance was your own kid, while the stain on your hand was the blood of your partner. Anguish, fury, rage, grief, denial, hatred, betrayal of fate, tears, and many more expressions. There's so much going through your head, that your brain can hardly keep up with it. You shout at the top of your voice, but all is too late.
You have lost everything that you held dear. Everything from you was taken away. A place you had once called home. Your family. You were no longer a parent and were all alone in this world. A world that you worked hard upon to protect, build, nurture, and enjoyed it. All you asked for it to remain the same. All you wanted was that warmth to burn inside your heart and keep you pushing forward. And in the end, that fire was put out, and all that was left is emptiness. What is it that you feel now? What is it that you want to do? Grieve every day and drown yourself in pity for losing what you had? Or drown yourself in the idea of retribution? Either way, you know that nothing will change, and you can never gain what you've lost.
That's how society consoles you. That's how you lie to yourself. But, at the point, only you know, that you just haven't lost them, but you've even lost yourself. Only you know that. They were your everything. They defined you. So how is it that you'd be the same without them? It's so simple, and yet it's always overlooked, to the extent that it drives you to lose your sanity.
You lock up yourself inside a mental asylum, reliving every moment you've shared, laughing and crying, all alone. And after a point, you don't feel anything anymore, except all that you have left is the feeling of reprisal. What is it you live for? In this certain cruel world, where you no longer had any use of sympathy and kindness, all you had left were these unwanted feelings, which were to be directed upon someone, that someone who put you in this misery in the first place.
You torment yourself, till the point you finally meet your nemesis, the one person that has put you through, and you finally seek justice. And, at the end, who are you? A person who has killed a murderer in cold blood. Someone more fearful than the victim, or someone who had been finally liberated from their sufferings? Only you will know that answer, and even if you try to justify it, the world shall never know what it feels like to be you. That thought alone is so frightening that they outright label you as a criminal, just so they would never have to be you, even for a moment.
That's how it is. The definition of good and evil, right and wrong, it's all based upon one's convenience. As long as that person is safe, they will forever place ideals that you can never agree upon.
Was Tsukiyami in the wrong for avenging his love, who was taken away from him, for the fact that she stood by him till the end?
And will I be wrong for straying into this path, in order to do what I must?
ONLY TIME WILL TELL!
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