Chains, Part 4

Although I tried to help him, I didn't feel any sorrow or any kind of feeling at all about his death and how he died.

He was dirty, neglected.

He probably spent his life without knowing a hot meal or the warmth of a caress, maybe every time he wanted to eat and approached a person, they mistreated him and chased him away without hesitation.

But even knowing all that.

"Can't you have compassion, not even for a dog? What a dry man."

That thing was again in front of me, torturing me once more.

I got up from the bench, grabbed the box, and took the animal out of there, which was wrapped in my already ruined suit.

"That, that's what you are," said the thing as it walked away.

"You don't have to show me fake things of yours, I'll never have anything but hatred for you," he said.

Every step he took, his voice became louder and louder in my mind.

"THAT'S IT, YOU'RE JUST A MONSTER."

I got up, and with a cold look, as I've always done, I threw the dog into the trash can, along with my coat.

That thing stayed there laughing.

The further I got away, the more I heard his laughter, echoing in my head.

It's nothing new, just a routine I hadn't done in a while...

I think... someday it'll stop...

Two weeks after the incident with the dog.

In a hospital bed, already in the evening, lies a unfortunately fortunate man.

On the brink of death, the man who has been awaiting it for years is finally in its embrace.

"It's a bit ironic..." I said to myself.

I looked disdainfully in the corner of the hospital, sitting in a chair staring at me.

"What do you think is ironic, old man?" said the girl.

"That... I'm going to die because of what started it all."

"You know? I think it's a good way for you to die," she said.

My throat is parched from thirst, I haven't eaten anything in 2 days, I have an unimaginable headache...

I think I've suffered very little, for all the evil I've done...

"I'd like to see you suffer in hell, but you're the only one going there," the girl said.

My mind was slowly being sucked into something, and I felt my whole body fail.

On the 3rd of March of the year 560 of the third king of Grassc, Wilhem Von Schaz died of rabies, infected by a stray dog.

He died just like a beast.