Why did you kill him?

He waved a knife at me, daring me to come forward. What luck am I having now? I was scared but tried to stay calm. All I could think of was how to get the hell out of here. I hated this room. Why was I here? How did I get here?

C'mon! C'mon! What should I do? I was fretting as I tried to rack through thousands of thoughts in my frazzled mind aimlessly. What can I say to make him stop?

Snap!

"Ok. Look. You have got a great skill there, you know? You know painters, artists? They draw, they paint. They have those skills that no ordinary people has, right? So, you kill people. That's a skill too, you know? That's a skill that no ordinary people has too. You have a skill. That's great, right?"

Oh, my god... What am I saying? Dammit!

His eyes sought me frantically. But I could sense that he began to lower his knife down a bit. At least, that's what I thought he did.

"Look. Even among artists, there are differences. Some are high-class artists who could draw good paintings. Some are low-class artists who could barely draw nice things. So, you can be a high-class killer, you know? You can kill those high-class people to make yourself a high-class killer. Not me. I'm an ordinary person. You get nothing from killin' me, right?"

Please! For God's sake, just go away before it's too late!

His tense shoulders began to slump and he gazed at me. His stare has softened. His forehead was sweaty. He must be very tensed and confused. Now I felt sorry for him. All of a sudden, he put down his knife and began to run towards the door. The door swung open.

Bang! Bang!

Frozen in fear, I tried to see what was happening from the corners of my teary eyes. I saw him trying to pry a pistol away from a police officer's hands. He was weakening. I saw... blood.

Bang! Bang!

I covered my ears and began to shout at the police officer as I saw him lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, motionless...

"Why did you kill him? WHY? WHY?"

All I remembered was heavy and pitiful crying.

Then, I was jolted from my sleep.

It was a nightmare.

However, my head was still throbbing from the impact of crying in the dream. The scary thing is that I could remember almost every detail of the dream.

It's indeed scary.