What is life?

What is the purpose of doing the same things repeatedly every day when it turns out nothing actually changed?

For my future? I don't think there is any, at least not for an ex-convict in his thirties like me.

For my family? As an orphan, I have none.

To enjoy life? I have tried anything that interests me. It gets boring fast. All it does is just giving me all the superficial knowledge without anything to apply it on.

Life just for the sake of living is meaningless. Only now did that quote hit me hard. All my motivation to be a proper society member crumble just like that. I thought my life would be better once I got a decent job and someone by my side. Even if my life is bland, knowing that someone is there waiting for me back home gives me the strength to carry on.

Someone who accepts my flaws. Someone who will cheer me up when I'm stressed out. Someone who will comfort me when I'm down. In turn, I will provide her every needs to the best of my abilities. I will pour all my effort just for her. I thought it was worth it.

To me, she is a mother figure that I've always dreamed about since I was small. Coming back home to a hot meal and seeing her smile gave meaning to my life.

As a lover, she's perfect. She was very understanding when we found out I was infertile. Although a bit uncomfortable, taking turns spooning each other when we're about to sleep is something that I always look forward to.

She's my wife.

My wife, the light of my life, is currently moaning in pleasure.

The bedroom door in front of me turned into a dot in my vision. I feel the floor just falls apart. Her favorite meatballs that I brought on the way home already turned into a meat paste in my clenched fist. It took me everything just to stay standing still. Silently trying to comprehend the situation I found myself in while still hearing my wife's moaning behind this closed door.

Why...?

"Aaaahhnnn this is so good, almost there, faster!"

What have I done wrong for my life turned like this? God, is this one of your signs?

"Yeeess! Right there!! mmmmm"

A big sign of FUCK YOU to my existence?

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Uhhhmmmmph"

Is my effort for the past two years pointless? All those affections I received are a lie?

"Damn right girl, suck on these"

Life just for the sake of living, it turns out I've been doing it my whole life huh.

I walk back to the kitchen quietly to find something I could use to end it all. Rummaging my tools cabinet, I quickly found the one I've been looking for—a pipe wrench. A wrench for these wenches, as for me, looking around—found it. A bottle of bathroom cleaner to end it slowly and painfully, a fitting end, just like how my life has been. I thought with a sad smile.

Going back, I took a deep breath in front of the closed bedroom door to calm my nerves. Not because I'm about to kill someone I've loved and her lovers. I have never wavered to kill if I thought that someone deserves it. No, it's because I know there is no going back this time. The knowledge that once I commit these murders, there would be a lifetime prison for a repeat offender like me. But does it matter? my life has gone to shit anyway. Might as well end it now.

Turning the knob, I'm amazed that the door isn't locked at all.

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Look at the gall of these wenches.

Even though Anton prepared himself, the sight of his wife getting it from the front and the back by some stranger is something else, under the wedding photo hanging by the wall no less. There is a tense and quiet atmosphere for a split second before Anton moved.

WHACK

Caught off guard, the closest man, the one doing his wife from behind caught the wrench with his temple. Anton then quickly going around the bed for the one in front. Who in his bright mind decided to try and arm himself with a bedlamp that still plugged and paid for it by joining the first one spasming on the floor after getting hit on the head.

His wife was still shocked and trying to process what just happened in a daze until this point. She only snapped out of it when Anton continues to swing his wrench, intent on finishing them off.

"ANTON!!, Stop! that's enough, they will die!" She yelled while cowering in the corner.

Thud

Thud

Splat

Anton ignored her while still hammering the second man until the head becomes a gore mess and brain matter splattered everywhere. He exhaled before turning toward his sobbing wife. He looked at her deeply before saying in a hushed voice. "Why?"

She looked at him with terror in her eyes before uttering, "Anton... yo-you're sick.."

"Heh of course it's my fault" Anton snorted while threateningly approached, bloody wrench in hand.

Panicked, his wife blurted strings of pent-up complaints that makes him pause.

"I'm not your THING Anton!! Other than groceries shopping, you forbade me leaving the house! And all the chores must be completed by the end of the day!" Panting, she inhaled a mouthful of air before continuing. "Every noon I need to wait for you with a smile on my face and a warm meal on the table!". Sobbing and hiccuping, she continued, "I'm not even allowed to look for jobs anymore sob sob....When you got home, do you even realized how bored i was? you dont even ask how my days been hic.."

Stunned by his wife's outburst, Anton mumbled, " So bored that you decided to have a threesome in our bed?"

"A-All those stress led me to enjoy this a bit! And it's them who barged in first!....sob sob I genuinely thought you're a sweet man at first you know... But after a while, I noticed you never took an actual interest in my wellbeing. You'll only pay attention to me when you need it. Otherwise, you're glued to your monitor all day. The way I see it, to you, I'm just a comfort pillow! sob sob"

"Then why don't you talk to me about this before?"

"Talking about it with you? See, you don't even realize how terrified I'm of you, Anton. Since the day you broke my male co-worker's leg for trying to flirt with me. Do you even aware that you're grinning while doing that? Even just now, you're smiling the entire time when you bash their head." She fearfully said while slowly trying to reach the bedroom door. Anton doesn't stop her.

Just when Anton was about to respond, his wife continued, "I can't even make any friends here because everyone in this neighborhood knows how violent you are! You're ten years older than me, Anton. I'm still twenty-two this year, sob sob. I'm not okay being controlled like this...hic..Anton, please just let me go...?". His wife pleaded.

Anton is still stunned and processing his wife's rants that he doesn't care when his wife makes a run for it.

I thought you're doing it happily when I asked for it...

I thought my idea of a proper husband is good enough...

I thought our days of happiness were real...

Was I wrong all this time?

"heh..hehehe...hahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Anton could only laugh lamely while opening the bottle cap of the bathroom cleaner he brought earlier.

"Hahahaa.....haa...yeah, wow...." closing and locking the bedroom door, Anton leaned on it. Without hesitation, he chugged the entire bottle of bathroom cleaner. Before long, it's Anton's turn to writhing and spasming on the floor before darkness claimed his consciousness.