Have you ever given it a thought,how our lives are depended on the choices we make? Two years ago I found myself in a situation where I made the wrong choice.Trust me ever since I have been asking myself the same question over and over again.
It was the winter of the year 2011.Olivia Saunders ,an Australian woman was lying in front of me witrh her eyes closed , her breathing spasmodic .An intervenous syringe was attached to her wrist. There was no other patient there that night.I was alone with her in the ICU.A bead of perspiration appered on her forehead. I knew that she was soon going to wake up from her deep slumber. I had two choices open right in front of me, one was to let her live -which would mean a goodwill for me. The other was to kill her right then and there, Surely her family would file a case against me. That would relieve me of the burden that I have been carrying on my shoulder for three years.I would be able to wash her blood off my hands.
I could almost hear the nervous thump of my own heart.Every second,every minute seemed to matter a lot.I had to decide on something ,anything, fast.
I moved towards the bed and bent towards the oxygen pipe. At once Olivia Saunders opened her eyes.I looked into them. It was as if I could see miles and miles without any obstruction.There was something in those in those grey eyes that reminded me of my own mother.She had died in the same way , because of cancer.
I dropped back on the floor. I could not murder her I simply could not. She smiled faintly at me.
Today five years later I suffer from the same guilt. I am a maniac and a murderer and I have'nt been punished.I really should be punished for murdering my own mother ,that night when she lay in bed with cancer, looking at me with her keen grey eyes.......