The Last Melody Of The Black Clown

“My life was a big joke and it’s too corny to laught at.”

Did anyone heard about the melody of the black clown. The black clown who sings for love every full moon. He kept playing his melodies for his love every full moon. His lover is the moon when it comes full he believes that he can hear his melodies. But what about his last melody? He just spend his whole life singing for his love and waiting for the full moon. But what did happen after his last melody? what did made him play a last one and named “The last melody”. The story of the black clown it’s like mine. I am always there besides him helping him waiting for him. But why I didn’t get what I wanted from him? All of that started that night . 
“The moonlight stained with blood. The air is suffused with a pungent blood smell. The queen rules the world.” -Kyomono-
In this world you should wear your mask or you will be judged. I did that to not be judged in this horrible place. No one can understand you. It’s just simple no one cares who you were until you put a mask. It started like this on that night. He took me to a party. A VIP people. High position people. He just bought for me a black dress and a diamond necklace to wear the party. I was so happy that he bought something for me until I knew his real motive. He wanted to sell me to another killer. He thaught I was stupid to tricks me. And in the middle of the party I left to go to the rooftop. It was a high building. I was standing there looking to all the lights. The city lights. It was a great view. I’ve never saw it because of my phobia of high places. But, that night, a cold one and a starry one too. Wearing my black dress. I was standing there looking and thinking. Taking off my shoes and putting them away. I wanted to feel free. Still standing there looking and thinking more and more until I heard the door the roof opening. I knew it was him I turned to see his fake smiling wearing his mask. Smiling and looking at me like nothing happened thinking that I am a fool. I back to look to the stars ignoring him. 
He said “I’ve been looking for you. Why are you standing there? It’s too dangerous. Come here hold my hand and get down.” 
I turned to see his face. The same action, the same act, the same mask. I’ve become sick from seeing the same mask everyday. I just want from all of this to stop no more pretending, no more masks , just the reality .

“One of the hardest things to do is having to throw all the truths you were thaught about life and accept them as Lies.”

Pretending like a fool, an innoncent angel . You don’t know me .
“You don’t know anything about a person until you know how they truly once that smile disappears.” 
We just met and passed by each others how you tell yourselfe that you know me . So what do you think let’s just stop this comedy and show all of our cards . Because I just become sick of it .

I said “Can you stop? You know that I’ve become sick of this act . Let’s just throw our masks and show our nature selves . Can you?” 
He said “What are you talking about darling? Are you drunk? it’s dangerous standing there ?”

-“Can you just stop from acting ,  It’s over I know your truth, so stop it I can’t take it anymore. It makes me sick more and more. I know that you are a killer “The Dark Serial Killer” I am not fool.”

-“What are you talking about. Serial killer! What? You are drunk and don’t know what to say . Come here!”

-“STOP IT ! STOP IT! It makes me sick more and more stop it!!”

-“Okay! Fine . Then tell me what was your favore that you want ask it from me?”

-“You still remeber it .. That’s good”

-“How can I forget something like that specialy from a free dessert who gave herselfe to be tasted. So tell me what was your wish no matter what I will make it true for you?”

I’ve seen the devil. But he didn’t have red skin, horns, and a pointy tail, no. Instead it had bright eyes, an enchanting smile, and a voice that said “I love you.”

-“But can I ask you something first ?”

-“Yes you can . What is it?”

-“Why they say be careful from what you wish? But the wishes never come true. So why we should be careful ? Tell me.”

-“Mmm , It’s a little hard , but, sometimes when you wish from the bottom of your heart it may be true.”

-“Ahh! That’s why, Then why the person who making wishes true is infaire. Why? You said that if I wished something from the bottom of my heart will come true. I’ve been waiting for many and many years. I can’t wait anymore. That’s why I came to you.”

-“So, what was your wish?”

-“It was and still . I just want to die. But I wants from every single person to remember it. I won’t them to forget it until theire death. I want every single person to suffer and blame themselves for my death.I just can’t take it anymore. I want them to feel it no matter what it cost me. I’m ready to pay for it even by my life just to make them suffer wishing to die but they cannot.”

-“Wow! I am surprised , You are the first dessert that who’s saying such things like that like this. So, you want to die and make all the peple suffering wishing to die but they cannot. Right?”

-“Yes!”

-“Tell me how am I supposd to do it. And makes your wish come true?”

-“I’ve wrote a list of all the people with details about the things they cannot live without it. Making the suffering. I want from you after killing me to get ride of all of them.”

-“Wow! You are something after all. Give me a reason why you don’t kill these people directly?”

-“hh! I thaught that you are smart, I killed half of them until now.”

-“How?”

-“Every serial killer has his style of kill. You should know.”

-“I still didn’t get it . You!! Killing! Don’t make things. I know you. You get scared even from your shadow. How could you. You are a bad liar."

-“Okay, I will give you a hint. Do you remember that old man in the 1st stage who loves raising cats?”

-“Yes, wait a minut.. Don’t tell me? He got missing!”

-“No his not . I killed him.”

-“How? He was a nice person.”

-“A nice person! Oh please don’t make me laught. He is a killer. And a good liar know how to make you believes that he is a really nice person.”

-“So you killed him because he was a good liar and a killer?”

-“No I am not that much stupid to kill people for no reason. He was a dead flower to same the others I had to cut it .”

-“So you call all of your victims flowers nice name.”

-“Why is there any problem you call you victims by desserts and killing them by tasteing them we are not deffirent from each others but each one has his own style .”

-“Tell me where you hide him?”

-“I don’t remember. Maybe he is swimming in the sky now or in the ocean who knows or maybe he becomes an appel in tree.”

-“You are insane!”

-“We’re all in the same hell. We’re just different types of devils. And maybe for than you.”

-“No you are wrong. You don’t know the feeling of that pleasure. That pleasure when your dessert starting to beg you to not be killed . If you want to saw it tell me I’ve made a movie for this moment. So, let’s stop this boring conversation and come here. I’ve prepare for you a special place to kill you .”

-“The room under the bed I know it.”

-“How could you know about it?”

-“Do you think that I am stupid? Everytime you kiss I taste blood.”

Looking to the lights and thinking about everysingle moment I spent thinking how to finish my mesirable life. No one know how many suicide letters I’ve wrote in every birthday. I couldn’t bear that feeling anymore. It’s not guilt. No! I was happy, fine and releaved everytime I kill someone. People will think that I am crazy or insane. I don’t care but they should know that when I killed one of them I’ve felt that pleasure a great feeling. I looked to the moon, Smiling. Soundly my tears fall. It’s been a long time since the last time that I cried. Even the candles crying. I started thinking why after killing all of them let another killer had the honor to kill me? I think that I will never let him add me to his dessert list and taste me.
I said “Hey!” 
He answered“What?”
-“I think that I heard someone calling my name down there. I am going to check it out. See ya!”

-“NO! Wait!! No!”

And I jumped. I saw his face for the last time he was surprised. He had never thaught that I will do it and kill myself. I am not waiting for the people to understand why I did that. Because they will never understand that pain that I felt I couldn’t bear it anymore. My thaughts were destroying me. I’m tired of think but the silence was a killer too. No one really wishes to die, they just have no other choice. Suicide doesn’t end the pain. It just passes it on to someone else. Because I’m fading like I didn’t exist and no one cares. We just basically killing each other to see who’s got better imagination. In my whole life I just become a prisoner in this jail called “Life”. I just want to say something to him
“Don’t you ever get tired of always being such a straight arrow?” 
I will know the answer went we will meet in the same place because there is no hell or heaven ; No matter what you do while you’re alive, everybody goes to the same place once you die . Death Equal.