Let Me Burn!

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death -Coco

"Let me burn! Let me burn!" were his words before leaving the house. He was looking perturbed that day. Maybe there was something sinister haunting him so badly that he couldn't even pretend to live a normal life which he has been pretending to live for the most part of his life. Christopher was considered an important member of society. He had such calmness and patience in his attitude that people used to admire him for such graceful personality. But today all his gracefulness seemed as a veil, formulated to disguise something horrifying he had done in the past. Something too sinful to even imagine.

As soon as he left the house, his wife Samantha ran after him. She was intrigued and worried at the same 

time. She wanted to know the cause of such tormenting pain. What else could she do? He was her 

husband. It did not matter to her what he had done in the past. She only wanted him to be with her so she 

can walk again as a symbol of dignity and power in the same society where her husband was pretending 

to be someone else. There were many people in her life, but she loved him above them all. She tried to follow him on his way out, but Christopher was nowhere to be seen.

Christopher tried to catch his breath on the way. He was sweating, tired and just wanted to die. He 

was tired of pretending to be someone else, tired of living a life filled with regret. In fact, he was tired of his very presence on this earth

. He had been living a life which nobody knew existed. He stopped for a moment, looked around 

to see the emptiness of this filthy world where everything was burning in front of him. He gasped deeply, thinking of something -- he smiled, trying to tell himself that IT was the only way to live again. An act of self destruction for reconstruction.

He started running towards the nearby bridge below which a river was flowing with its full wrath. It 

was a place where monsters like him used to unveil their dark secrets. Some monsters would come 

back and some wouldn't. It was up to nature to decide. Everyone was treated according to severity of 

their actions and madness of their past. There was no thing such as "Injustice" in this part of the 

world. Hearings were heard and actions were taken immediately. In this place there was no mercy for 

cruelty but only for a mistake, a true mistake. In fact, in this part of world monsters like him used to find 

life by giving away their lives. Samantha knew where he would go. She came back and started her car 

and drove to the same place where she was expecting him to be. He was sitting on the edge of the 

bridge. "Christopher!" she rushed towards her husband. "Are you alright?" she asked with care, "You are 

scaring me. What happened?", but no answer came back. She was worried about him but Christopher 

was not responding to her questions. "Talk to me please, talk to me." she asked him in a calm tone trying 

to soothe him. 

Christopher with a smile on his face expressing his regret, told her "Samantha you don't know 

anything about me. After what I am about to tell you, you will understand everything and your love for 

me will be no more." then he took a deep breath as if remembering something "I killed him just because 

he was my best friend. I was badly involved in drugs those days. He told me many times to stop it but I 

was not ready for it. I told him to give me sometime and threatened him not to tell my family about this 

but he kept insisting that it was for my own good, that he wanted to help me and to put me out of this 

miserable life". Christopher looked at the sky and yelped loudly "But why? I told him not to do this but he 

did. He thought I was his friend and won't do anything else beside threatening him but what I did was the 

most terrible thing one can imagine. I went to his house where he was watching T.V and without thinking 

of consequences I pulled the trigger and few seconds later my best friend was lying on the floor". 

A moaning sound came out of Samantha's mouth. She was horrified to hear the story and wanted him 

to stop. Whereas Christopher's face was flushing with blood. A cold expression came over his face. He looked at her and said 

 "As soon as I killed him, his seven year old boy came out of his room and watching the blood of 

his beloved father he ran towards him".“But it was too late!” He sobbed and shouted at nobody in 

particular. He was shaking in rage, angry at himself, angry at his past, and angry at who he had become. 

“It was too late Samantha!” She looked away as he looked at her. “I was afraid! I had to do it, the boy … 

the boy had seen too much. I had to kill him too. I just … I just had to!” Samantha leaned back and got 

up as if she had seen something terrible, she was hoping that he was not her husband but someone else 

and all this was a dream and will be over soon.

Christopher without noticing the fear on the face of Samantha continued "Sometimes I wish....I wish 

I could rewind time like they do in movies.... Why do they give us hope when it is impossible." He took 

sand in his hands and playing with it slowly, letting it escape from his fingers totally showing he was not 

in his senses. He knew death was certain today but somewhere in his heart he was not ready for 

it. Samantha knew what he was trying to tell her by his awkward gestures. He was symbolizing his 

death, trying to tell her that he was no more her husband and she was free. Samantha's world was shook 

upside down. She tried to relax him but Christopher burst into tears and started moaning like Samantha 

had never seen him. "Where are you Richard? Free me from this hell". He was shouting wildly " Richard 

i know you are not dead, stop playing games, we are grown ups. Stop it....Please stop it ". He 

was behaving madly, his body was trembling and just when he was about to fall Samantha held him. 

"Stop it. Come home with me and we will figure this out." Samantha said in a calm voice taking him by 

his arm, trying to calm him.

Closing his eyes, he said in a resolute tone "There is no way out Samantha. This is the pit i dug very 

long time ago and now it is calling me, it's calling its owner. Why don't you understand taking someone 

else life is not easy, but for me it was too easy and that is what haunts me, it keeps me from sleeping." 

Samantha was looking at the man whom she had loved so much. She was watching him falling 

apart like an old building decomposing itself. Christopher in weak voice asked Samantha "Look 

Samantha....look at me and see the power of guilt, it has cursed me. This power will always catch you. It 

is independent of time. Look at me and see how it has ruined me slowly by taking away the peace from 

my soul." Christopher looked at the river and stood up,

 closing his fists together, "You know what to do now, just push me from this edge. Do this for me, 

give my soul some peace and free me from this miserable life."

Samantha knew the rules of this world. She also knew what he was asking. But she was not ready 

for it. Some hope was preventing her from that little push. But just then the whole story began to repeat 

in her mind. A child was asking her to help him. A voice of Richard echoed in her mind "Do 

justice, otherwise you will never find peace in your life". Fear of guilt got her that moment and after a 

long silence, with tear in her eyes, she said "I love you Christopher but what you have done is 

beyond forgiveness. I hope you find peace. I pray for your forgiveness." her voice was trembling. She was 

barely able to speak any word. She knew she was going against her will. Her voice was barely audible as 

she continued "I have known you for very long time and you have been very good to me throughout my 

life.....(sighs) but then there is justice; eternal and righteous." With these words she looked at him. He 

was smiling while a stream of tears was flowing down his furrow cheeks. 

Just when she was about to 

push him, Christopher stepped forward, raising his hands up for a prayer "God, have mercy on me, for all the sins i have done in my life." 

and jumped into the river. His body was crushed when it landed on a rock. The impurity of his soul was 

too much for this pure river. His merciless body was rejected and was thrown away on the bank of the 

river.

Now the world was calm but she was left upside down. World seemed to be falling apart in front of her. 

"Christopher! Christopher!" She started screaming like she was being ripped or murdered. She 

bent forward and pressing her palms on the soil looked at her Christopher, who was free from his 

miserable life but not the way Richard wanted. One more monster was lying down there with many 

others. Her Christopher abandoned her forever. In search of peace he took away the peace of Samantha 

and she was left alone with the guilt for not helping her husband.

Author's Note

The credit goes to Edmund A.E Reilly for helping me out. Thanks Edmund.
Please give feedback as it will help me to improve myself.

Reviews

[AliciaB]

Wow. This story is very intense. The way in which it is constructed makes for a fast-paced read, which compliments the theme of the inevitability of guilt and death. However, if you're looking for suggestions, I would say, slow things down a bit. Separate the dialogue instead of incorporating both voices into the same paragraph. Vary your sentence structure - there is already some variety present, but the majority of the story is rather short, choppy sentences. Again, these create an interesting tone of inescapability, but you can make things even more suspenseful and dramatic, as well as lend more interest to the piece overall, by varying the length of your sentences. Make certain phrases short. Add emphasis. Drop verbal "bombs." Draw out other sentences to almost-inconceivable length, adding detail after dramatic detail, building tension and suspense with every passing word and drawing your reader's attention deeper and deeper into the shocking situation unfolding before his or her eyes until finally, you reveal the ultimate significance of what has been said. (See what I did there?) :) I really like the image of the pit that is "calling to its owner", and the repetition of "It was too late" in regards to the murder is truly chilling, if you'll excuse the cliché. :) The twist at the end on the significance and cause of guilt is also intriguing. Overall, nicely written!

[Usman Muhammad]

Thanks Alicia for reading and reviewing my story. Your constructive review is very helpful and i can the areas where i should improve. Thanks a lot once again and i am glad you liked it.

[AliciaB]

You are most welcome! :)

[Stan Lee]

Oh dear :( What a terrible story. I think it is a strong caution to those who read it. Very well written though. Thanks for sharing.

[Lavorther]

Just like the last story of yours I read, this one was packed with emotion and had a pretty dark theme. It's interesting to see how your ability to write a good story is better than your grammatical one. I've often seen it the other way around, stories that were (almost) perfect grammar-wise, but were badly written. And I've come to the conclusion that I would much rather read a good story with a few grammar errors than a bad story. Please note that I'm not blaming you for your grammar, I know how hard a foreign language can be (being from the Netherlands, English isn't my first language either).

It's a deep and tragic story, that will probably stay in my head for a while. I do agree with the others that you could have slowed things down a bit to improve the tension and add some more emotion. To me, Christopher's pain of confessing to have killed his friend doesn't really come across as strongly as it could have. Giving more details of his reaction, as well as those of Samantha can really help to sell the moment. Mind you, it was not bad, but I think that was one of the areas that had some room for improvement.

I've written down some grammatical things I noticed below:

"Christopher was considered an important member of the society."
Remove "the", it's not needed here.

"... where his husband was pretending to be someone else."
This is about Samantha, so "his" should be "her".

"Samantha was looking at the man whom she had loved for his whole life."
It might be me, but I think this sentence sounds a bit weird. She loved him his whole life? This suggest she knew him from when he was practically a baby, and was in love with him even since then. Which is a bit weird to me. I could interpret this sentence wrong, but you might want to prevent this kind fo confusion by changing the sentence.

"Samantha knew the rules of this WORLD."
Why is "WORLD" in capital letters? Does it mean something special? Are there more than one worlds? I immediately think stuff like this when seeing a word like that. Not sure if that was your intention or not.

"A children was asking her to help him."
"A" points towards one thing, but "children" means multiple ones.

I also noticed you sometimes write "I" in lower-case when someone refers to himself. You didn't do it as much as in your last story, but I would read through it again if I were you to correct that.


Overall a pretty good story, but there still is some room for improvement. Still, it's already better since your last one, which means you're improving rather quickly.

[Usman Muhammad]

Thanks Lavorther for reading and reviewing my story and i am glad you liked it. Thanks for helping me with grammatical mistakes. I have corrected them. Thanks for encouragement and yes, I do believe in improvement. I will try my best to cover my mistakes next time. :)

[Lavorther]

You're welcome :)
I can't wait to see you improve even more over the course of your future stories.

[Anindita Janhabee]

it's a wonderful story, out of the world, well, top of the world.. it's really unbelievable how a wife can even see the Justice instead of having greed for her husband, her true live..it's very rare...keep it up...sorry for being late, I thought I would be the first to review but unfortunately, I have lost...
I would like to send you some suggestions related to this story to your email ID... well penned friend..
Anindita

[Hannah Grace]

This was very intense,but very enjoyable. Thank you for sharing.

[Usman Muhammad]

Thanks Hannah for reading my story.

[I am that I am]

This is quite a story. It seems we are not punished FOR our actions, rather, we are punished BY our actions. And the things we do effect the lives of everyone around us. Great job, Usman. Thank you for sharing.

[hcarson]

I really liked his, there is a few errors but nothing major, nothing that spoiled the flow of the story, well done, good read! Full marks