The stabbing

      Cramped kitchen. Fogged windows. The creaking of the floor underfoot. Dirty stove. An old teapot. A small table by the window. A couple of plates with dinner. The smell of food that made sick. An ordinary evening. Everything is as always.       A young couple was sitting at the table. Lumin carefully tucked a strand of overgrown hair behind her ear and turned a blank look at her husband. Ajax sighs heavily while he is somewhere with his thoughts. Silence. They both wanted to say something to each other, but no one dared to start a dialogue.       They started dinner in silence. The clink of dishes, a dull cough and oppressive thoughts in head. Today was a hard day, but even at home don't feel the desired rest and peace. And so every day. — How's work going? Did you manage to solve the problem with the boss? —  Lumine suddenly asked, distracted from her meal. — Yes, everything worked out.. The salary will not be cut and forced to take more shifts now.. — Ajax replied wearily, picking at the food on his plate with a spoon. But didn't really want to talk right now. There was still anxiety and an unpleasant aftertaste on his soul. — It's good. Finally you will be able to rest, — The girl said, after which she smiled easily. In response, the redhead just nodded. Their short dialogue ended there.       After a while, dinner was over. Lumine cleared the dirty dishes from the table. Going to the refrigerator, which was hung with a lot of magnets, the girl opened the door and took out a small box. In a moment she was on the table. There was a cake under the cardboard lid. Pink cream. On top of a few berries. Cute.. — While you cut the cake, I'll pour us some tea, — Wife suddenly said, then held out a kitchen knife.       The gleam of a cold blade. Ajax silently took the knife from the blonde's hands. His body tingled. All the accumulated negativity now wanted to get out. Squeezing the handle of the knife in his hand harder, the redhead throws a glance at his beloved, then at dessert. Porridge is in my thoughts again. All the bad things are over, but he still lives in constant stress and fear.       And Lumine has a completely different life. The daily routine of an exemplary wife and housewife. She sat quietly in four walls day after day. No friends, no acquaintances. But she lives with someone she truly loves and cherishes.       It's not fair! If you rejoice, then rejoice together! Separately, nothing will work. Obsessive thoughts only push harder. A heavy sigh. The man left the table. Some kind of aggression, fear, the desire to throw off the whole load mixed up and corrode the soul..       The gleam of a cold blade. Coming closer to the blonde, the redhead stabbed the fragile shoulder with a kitchen knife. A strangled scream. Scarlet blood began to flow rapidly to the floor. Suddenly there was silence. Grasping the place of impact, Lumin stepped away from her husband. There was fear and incomprehension in the amber eyes. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.       Ajax froze in place. His body was still tingling. Inside, everything seemed to shrink. The negativity began to recede. Thoughts no longer tormented. The rotten soul was gradually filled with pleasure. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Here it is — the desired calm and selfish justice!!!

      Quiet sobs. A nervous laugh. Ajax approaches the girl. Wife backed away in panic. A new attempt to carry out a couple of blows on a fragile body did not take long to wait. White clothes were stained with dark red spots. Unbearable. She escapes from the cramped kitchen. Scarlet blood leaves traces on the floor. The redhead follows the tracks, clutching a cold weapon in his hand.       A small living room. Cabinets with books and framed photos. A small old sofa. Dirty patterned carpet on the floor. Pressed into the corner of the room, Lumine squeezed her wounded shoulder with her fingers. Uneven and loud breathing. It was difficult to see anything in front of him. Tears kept running down cheeks. Heart is pounding. Fear devours from within. Girl didn't understand why a loved one was doing this now. She wanted to sort it out peacefully, but nothing will work out in this situation...       Muffled footsteps on the creaking floor. The man scans every corner of the living room. After a few moments, he still finds the his beloved. Swinging for a blow, the redhead hears her cry for help, which echoes in his head. It made Ajax panic for a couple of seconds. But everyone doesn't care. Nobody helps you...       Lumine could not resist her husband. She was always weaker than him. But still she did not stop loving him. Even now, when she was dragged out of the corner by brute force, when his strangled hissing followed her attempts to fight off with her legs in a panic, when the cold blade of a knife was repeatedly stabbed into her thin pale skin, she was still faithful to him and love did not fade.       Gradually, the screams began to subside. The scarlet blood left its traces everywhere. Ajax still snapped and went on about his emotions. Pleasure filled his soul. There is no more negativity. Only his hands are up to the elbows in blood. So strange...       The last blow with a kitchen knife in the left shoulder. From the work done, a spark flashed in the blue eyes. She was so beautiful now. A thin and pale body in many stab wounds, cuts. Scarlet blood decorated her hands and face. The amber eyes went out forever. — It's good that the neighbors didn't care about you and you didn't have any friends... — The newly minted killer said softly, getting up from the floor. Fleeting peace and enjoyment. The rotten soul is empty again. There is no spark in the blue eyes anymore.       Cramped bathroom. Tiles from the floor and walls began to fall off. The chilling atmosphere made feel uncomfortable. The noise of the water. Ajax is trying to wash off the blood of his dead wife.       Replaying in his head her despair, fear, panic, cries for help, helpless attempts to fight back and escape, the redhead involuntarily smiles. The body is shivering and cold. He wants to live normally, like everyone else, but he can't. Emotions and accumulated negativity will never let him rest.. — «Sorry, Lumi.. But now we are on equal terms..» — Flashed through Ajax's head while he was looking at his reflection in a dirty mirror. The remnants of blood were still on the pale face, highlighting the empty blue eyes.       After leaving the bathroom, the redhead took the keys to the apartment and some of his belongings. He then left the scene of the crime. Even now there is a certain residue on the soul. No fear, no peace, no aggression. Emptiness and a feeling that something is missing. But thoughts of apologies were spinning in head. At that moment, the mind was clouded. It is so strange that now he is beginning to realize his actions.

This sin cannot be washed away from his rotten soul.

His hands will always remain elbow-deep in her warm blood..

***

      Time has passed. Neighbors found Lumine's body. The police are investigating this murder. Ajax was not aware of what was happening. He left for his hometown.       Evening. There are a couple of shops and police cars at the gloomy entrance. Someone is running somewhere, carrying something. The incomprehensible fuss was causing panic. Only elderly women were sitting in the courtyard discussing the situation. — Have you heard? Today, the body of a young girl was found in the ninth apartment.. — A nightmare! — That's it! There are also rumors that her husband stabbed her.. And they themselves are still quite young..! — It's crazy! It's a pity for the girl.. She got involved with such a goat... — And they're all like that! In their youth, they get married to the first person they meet, and then here! They find them dead! — Oh, that's enough.. And so there are enough problems.. As soon as the killer is found, everything will become clear..       Empty gossip. No one will ever know what really happened in the ninth apartment. All that remained from that moment was a cold corpse that had already begun to decompose, dried blood and a knife in the victim's hands...

The stabbing was not a success.

Ajax is to blame.

The End.