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- war. Cold time for everyone.. The work itself was based on "All quiet on the western front"
II - church.
24 декабря 2024, 09:37
Franz, overwhelmed with guilt and betrayal, ran deep into the forest until he came across a familiar path leading to the old church. This place has always given him a feeling of cosiness and tranquillity, even in the most difficult times. But now, when he was thinking about Bernadette and August, he realised that his return here was not accidental. It was the last shelter he could find, and perhaps the only place he could try to find comfort.
When he entered the church, he was overcome with silence. The twilight inside was broken only by a soft light breaking through the coloured stained glass windows. Franz walked forward, his heart pounding with fear and anxiety. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for - forgiveness, comfort or just a place where he could hide from his thoughts.
And suddenly, from behind the columns, he saw a familiar figure. It was his sister, Maria. She stood by the altar with her head down. Her medium length of hair, black bangs covering her pale forehead, gave her a mysterious look. Her black irises were lifeless, as if she was distant from this world. She was dressed in nun clothes, did not wear a headdress, which made her even more vulnerable and lost.
"Maria!" exclaimed Franz, unable to hold back his emotions. He rushed to her, hugging her, as if he was afraid that she would disappear. But she stood quietly, not responding to his arms. He felt her body become cold, as if she had been removed from life.
"Franz..." she said, her voice quiet and deaf, as if she was speaking from afar. "You're back." There was no joy in her voice, only emptiness that made his heart tighten.
"I didn't know you were here," he said, stepping back to see her face. "I thought you were gone. I thought that... that I had lost you." His voice was trembling with emotions, and he realised how much he missed her.
"I stayed," Maria replied, her eyes looking for something in his face that could bring her back to life. "I stayed here because it's the only place where I can find peace." She looked at the floor as if she was avoiding her brother's gaze.
Franz felt his heart filled with sympathy and anxiety. He knew that Maria was always more sensitive than him, and the heavy burden of the past pressed on her. "Why have you changed so much? You look... lost," he said, trying to understand what happened.
"I'm trying to find meaning in this world," she replied, looking up and meeting his eyes. "This world is full of fear and pain, and I don't know how to deal with it." Franz noticed her voice trembling, and it reminded him of how they went through difficult times together as a child. She always sought comfort in his presence, but now she seemed to have lost hope.
Franz felt his own fears and guilt covering him, and he didn't know how to help his sister. "I was weak, Maria. I betrayed my friends, and now..." he cut himself off, realising that words could not express all his pain.
Maria, looking at him, quietly said: "You are not alone. We are all suffering. But there is hope if we are together." A spark of life appeared in her eyes, and Franz felt that perhaps they could find comfort in each other.
"I can't change what happened, but I'm here, and I'm not going to leave," he said, trying to give himself confidence. "I will protect you."
"Protect?" she said ironically. "How are you going to do it if you don't know how to deal with your own demons?" Her words were sad, and Franz realised that she was right.
At that moment, they both felt that they were united not only by kinship, but also by common pain. Maria was lost in her inner world, and Franz was lost in her betrayal. But now that they met again, they had the opportunity to find a way to healing.
"I don't know what awaits us ahead, but I'm ready to fight for both of us," Franz said, his voice becoming firmer. He understood that he had to fight not only for himself, but also for his sister.
Maria, looking at him, felt hope light up in her heart. Despite all the trials, they could find in each other the strength to continue fighting. Their path was full of uncertainty, but together they could overcome any difficulties.
"Let's try, Franz," she said softly, and the spark of life finally lit up in her eyes. "We are not alone."
With every day spent in the church with Maria, Franz felt the darkness growing inside him. Despite the promise to protect his sister and fight for both of them, he could not get rid of the guilt and fear that continued to oppress his soul. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw images of Bernadette and Augustus fighting to the last, and this reminder only deepened his suffering.
Maria tried to support him, doing everything possible to restore his hope. She offered to pray together, to talk about the meaning of life, but even her presence could not completely displace the darkness that slowly but surely absorbed Franz. He felt his thoughts becoming darker and his fears more and more obsessive.
One day, when they were sitting together in the church, Franz, looking at the candles burning at the altar, suddenly said:«Maria, I feel like I’m lost. Every day I feel like I’m dying inside.»His voice was shaking, and he couldn’t hold back his tears.«Darkness doesn’t let me go. I don’t know how to deal with it.»
Maria, looking at him with concern, replied:«Franz, you don’t have to deal with this alone. We can find light together if we are together.»She tried to convince him that their connection could help him cope with the inner demons, but Franz only shook his head.
«You don’t understand, Maria. I betrayed my friends. I betrayed everything I had. How can I hope for forgiveness when I can’t forgive myself?»- his voice sounded so desperate that it pierced her heart.
«We are all making mistakes, Franz. It’s important how we deal with them,»she said, but her voice sounded alarm. She knew that his suffering was growing, and she was afraid that he might be completely lost.
Meanwhile, the darkness inside Franz became more and more noticeable. He began to notice how his thoughts became darker and his feelings colder. He often woke up in a cold sweat, full of fear that his inner demons would break free, and he would not be able to stop them.
One night, when the church was immersed in silence, Franz, unable to sleep, went outside. The moon shone brightly, but even its light seemed dim compared to what was happening in his soul. He felt darkness, like fog, enveloping him, and thoughts of Bernadette and Auguste swelled like waves, leaving him in a state of complete hopelessness.
«Why can’t I forget? Why can’t I get rid of this feeling of guilt?»he whispered to himself, when suddenly he noticed how the shadows around him began to dance as if they were alive. They whispered in his ear, pointing out his mistakes, his betrayal.«You’re worth nothing. You are not worthy of forgiveness,»their voices sounded, and Franz, in a panic, covered his ears with his hands.
Franz, standing on the street, felt the darkness around him thickening, and his thoughts became more and more confused. He tried to find the strength to cope with the growing despair, but every step forward seemed to be just another step into the abyss. Suddenly, he noticed a figure approaching him from the darkness.
It was a wanderer he didn’t expect to meet on this gloomy evening. The wanderer wore a black veil covering the lower part of his face, and his red hair was gathered in a braid from behind. Wavy bangs with red tips gave it a mysterious look, and the black irises of the eyes seemed to permeate it through. His clothes had a wide, faded gold collar that partially covered the upper part of his body, and black pants and boots completed this unusual outfit.
Franz felt his heart pounding with curiosity and fear at the same time. He had never seen such a person before, and his presence was both frightening and attractive. The wanderer came closer, and Franz noticed that his face was decorated with black cosmetics resembling the petrified eye of Hore.
«You look lost,» said the wanderer, his voice was deep and magnetic. There was a certain confidence in him, which made Franz froze on the spot.
«I don’t know what to do,» Franz admitted, not knowing why he decided to share his feelings with this stranger. «Darkness is swallowing me, and I can’t get out of this nightmare.»
The wanderer looked at him attentively, and Franz felt his black eyes penetrate into the depths of his soul. «Darkness is not an enemy if you know how to handle it,» he said, and there was wisdom in his words that Franz had never heard before.
«How is it possible?» he asked, feeling how hope begins to wake up in him. «How can I deal with it?»
The wanderer curled his lips in a mocking smile. «Do you think you can just get rid of the darkness? No, no. It’s much more complicated. You have to be ready for a real game,» he said, his voice sounded as if he knew something that Franz did not even suspect.
«Game?» Franz was puzzled, not understanding what this wanderer was talking about. «I just want my life back.»
«Eactly! But before you do it, you have to understand that everything is not so simple in this world. You have to learn to manipulate darkness, not fight it,» he said, his black eyes shining with gambling interest.
Franz felt his heart tighten with anxiety. «But how can I learn this? I don’t want to become a dark person,» he said, his voice trembling with fear.
«You can’t avoid it if you want to survive. We all need a little trick to cope with this game,» the wanderer said, his voice sounded smug. He was clearly enjoying the fact that he could intimidate Franz with his words.
«I don’t know if I can go for it,» Franz replied, feeling his hope begin to fade away. «I just want to find peace and forgiveness.»
«Rest? Forgiveness? Ha! These things don’t come for nothing, especially in such a gloomy world as this one. You have to be ready to make a choice, and it won’t always be pleasant,» Hiramur said, his voice sounded mocking.
Franz, feeling his inner demons starting to disturb him again, closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He understood that this wanderer was not the one who could save him. Rather, he was a clever manipulator who could only complicate the situation.
«I’m not going to play your games,» he said, although his voice sounded weak. He understood that he had to find his own way, and not follow a cunning stranger who seemed to be just dragging him into the abyss.
Hiramur leaned closer, and his eyes sparkled with interest. «You can run away from me, but I won’t leave. I will follow you until I realize how ready you are to fight the darkness. And, believe me, it will be an exciting sight,» he said with a boastful confident grin.
Franz, feeling how fear and discontent mix in his soul, decided that he should be careful. He couldn’t let this wanderer take over his fate. «I need time to figure it all out,» he said, trying not to show his emotions.
«Time? Time is something we don’t have. You’ll think you have control, but in fact it’s just an illusion,» Hiramur replied, his voice sounded like a warning. «Remember, darkness never sleeps.»
The wanderer grinned.«Darkness is an integral part of each of us. If you run away from her, she will only absorb you more. You have to accept her as your ally,»he said, his voice sounded like a challenge.
Franz, feeling the anger growing in him, curled his lips.«I’m not going to manipulate the darkness,»he said, but his words sounded weak.
«You’re already in this process, you just don’t realize it. You can’t ignore your dark sides. They are already affecting you,»Hiramur continued, his words sounded like a mockery.«Why not use them to your advantage?»
Franz felt anger overwhelm him, and he could no longer hold back.«What do you know about my suffering?!»he shouted, his voice sounded full of anger. He felt a storm of emotions growing inside him, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward, ready to pounce on Hiramur.
«You don’t understand what you’re dealing with,»the wanderer said, his voice became more serious. But Franz didn’t listen anymore. He felt his mind overshiming anger, and without thinking, he rushed at Hiramur, ready to pour out all his accumulated feelings.
At that moment, when anger overwhelmed him, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted to achieve. Perhaps he was looking for a getay from his suffering, or maybe he just wanted to get out of this gloomy state. But one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to let this wanderer manipulate him.
He pounced on Hiramur, and at that moment Franz realized that his inner demons were not just a phenomenon, but a real struggle, and he was ready to fight them, even if it meant facing a stranger who became his trigger.
Hiramur, although unexpectedly fast, could not completely avoid the impact. Franz felt his fist meet Hiramur’s face and instantly felt relieved - as if he had thrown away some of his anger. The wanderer recoiled, but his eyes flashed with interest, as if he did not expect such a reaction.
«That’s it, that’s it! It’s already better!»- Hiramur said, his voice sounded calm, but there was still some kind of threat in it.«You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.»
Franz, not listening to him, rushed at him again, his fists flew into Hiramura’s face with such force that he barely had time to dodge. Each blow was full of anger and despair, and Franz felt his anger growing with every second.
«You are the cause of all my suffering!»he shouted, unable to stop. At some point, he didn’t even notice that Hiramur, evading his blows, began to lose his balance.
«You don’t know what you’re doing!»Hiramur said, his voice becoming more serious, but it only spurred Franz on.
Rage flared up in his heart, and he felt the desire to hurt this wanderer growing. At some point, he didn’t even realize that he was ready to finish the job. He grabbed Hiramura by the throat, squeezing him, and at that moment the desire to kill overwhelmed him.
«You can’t get out of it,»Hiramur said, his voice sounded with slight disregard, but his eyes were already alarming.
Franz, feeling anger covering him with his head, was ready to take the last step. He didn’t want to think about the consequences, he didn’t want to stop. In his head there were only thoughts of revenge, about how he could finally get out of this darkness.
Hiramur, struggling to escape, closed his eyes, his face changed from confidence to fear.«Franz, stop!»he said, but this only spurred Franz’s anger.
«Why should I stop?!»he shouted, his voice sounded shrill. He didn’t notice how the darkness inside him began to absorb everything that had ever been good. He wasn’t going to be a victim, he wasn’t going to put up with it anymore.
Squeezing his palms around Hiramura’s neck, he felt him start to suffocate.«You can’t talk to me like that!»he shouted, his voice sounded full of despair and anger. He was ready to finish the job. Only thoughts of revenge sounded in his head, about how he could finally get rid of this manipulator.
Hiramur began to fight, his hands were rushing in search of salvation, but Franz was not going to let him go. With every moment when life left the wanderer’s body, Franz felt his anger reaching its peak. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but at that moment it was the only thing that mattered.
Suddenly, Hiramur stopped fighting. His eyes rolled, and he froze, his body became heavy and lifeless. At that moment, Franz realized that he had done something unforgivable. He let out his anger, but the price turned out to be too high.
Clenching his fists, he let go of Hiramura, who fell to the ground like a sandbag. Franz, stunned by what had just happened, stepped back, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and horror. He didn’t want to become a murderer, but at that moment he couldn’t stop.
«What did I do...»he said, his voice trembling with shock. He stood over Hiramura’s body, realizing that he had crossed the line beyond which there is no return. A new darkness broke out in his soul, and he didn’t know how to deal with it.
Franz stood, unable to take his eyes off Hiramura's lifeless body. His heart was pounding with fear and shock, and his mind rushed in search of explanations for what he had just done. He felt the world around him collapsing, as if he had destroyed something important and irreplaceable.
At that moment, he heard footsteps. It was a sound he didn't want to hear - Maria's footsteps. She was approaching, and Franz knew that he could not let her see what had happened. He didn't want her to find out about his terrible act, how he succumbed to the darkness and released his anger in such a destructive form.
Panic gripped him, and he quickly looked around, looking for a way to hide his crime. But at that moment Maria appeared on the corner of the street, her blond hair was developing in the wind, and her eyes, full of anxiety, were looking for him among the shadows. She was like a ray of light in his dark world, and he didn't want her to see him like this.
"Franz! Where are you?" she shouted, running closer. There was an alarm in her voice, and she seemed to immediately feel that something was wrong.
Franz, overwhelmed with horror, tried to hide Hiramura's body, but it was too difficult. His mind was rushing, and he didn't know what to say, how to explain what happened. He was afraid of the thought that she could see him full of darkness and realize that he had become a murderer.
"I'm here, Maria!" he shouted, trying to make his voice as calm as possible. But a storm of emotions was raging inside him. He felt anger and fear intertwine, threatening to absorb him completely.
Maria came closer, and her eyes widened when she saw what was happening. "What's going on here?" she asked, her voice becoming quiet and full of fear. She looked at Franz, and then at Hiramura's body, and horror was reflected in her eyes.
"This... it's not what you thought!" he shouted, but realized that his words sounded meaningless. He couldn't explain to his friend what happened. He couldn't tell her that he succumbed to anger and killed a man.
Maria took a step back, her face turned pale. "Franz, did you kill him?" she said, her voice trembling, incomprehension and fear sounded in it. "Why did you do that?"
He didn't know what to answer. There was confusion in his head, and he couldn't find words. Instead, he just looked at her, full of despair. "I... I didn't want to! I couldn't help myself!" he finally said, his voice became quieter. He felt his heart shrinking with pain when he realized what he had done.
Maria, unable to believe what was happening, recoiled. "You can't say that! You can't just kill a man!" she shouted, her eyes filled with tears. "It's not yours! You're not like that!"
Franz felt his heart bursting from these words. He understood that she was right, but he could not deny that the darkness inside him took over. He didn't want to be the one who kills, but that's what he became. He didn't know how to explain it to Maria, how to regain her trust.
"I... I don't know how it happened," he said, his voice trembling with suppressed emotions. "I didn't want to kill him. I just... I couldn't help myself!"
Maria, still terrified, looked at him with despair. "You should have stopped! You should have found another way out!" she said, her voice became quieter, but there was determination in it. "You can't let the darkness control you, Franz!"
Franz, feeling his anger and fear overwhelming him, just lowered his hands, as if he had given up. He didn't want to fight the darkness anymore. "I can't, Maria," he said quietly, his voice sounded hopeless. "I don't know how to stop it. I don't know how to go back. Maybe it's just a part of me."
Maria, seeing his hopelessness, took a step forward. "No, you shouldn't give up! You can find another way, you're not alone in this," she said, reaching out to him. "But you must want to change yourself."
Franz looked at her outstretched hand, and there was no confidence in his eyes. He felt dark thoughts filling his mind. "I don't know if it's possible," he said. "Maybe I'm just lost."
Maria, not looking away from him, continued to insist. "You're not lost until you give up. Let's try it together. I won't leave you alone in this."
But Franz, lowering his eyes, realized that he could not continue this struggle. He didn't want to fight the darkness inside him anymore. Instead, he just folded his hands and accepted his fate. "I don't know what to do next," he said, his voice sounded depressed.
Maria, still full of hope, could not accept his hopelessness. "Franz, please! You shouldn't think like that. We can change it!" she shouted, but her words didn't reach him anymore.
Franz looked at her, and there was no longer that spark in his eyes that once burned inside. He knew he had done something terrible, and now he didn't know how to live with it. He didn't want to fight anymore. He just wanted it all to end.
At that moment, he realized that the darkness he had accepted had become a part of him. He did not know how to deal with it, and was ready to accept his fate, even if it meant diving into the abyss.come a part of him. He did not know how to deal with it, and was ready to accept his fate, even if it meant diving into the abyss.come a part of him. He did not know how to deal with it, and was ready to accept his fate, even if it meant diving into the abyss.
Maria couldn't accept what happened. Every day she came to Franz, trying to support him and bring him back to life. She brought him food, left notes with kind words and tried to make him see the light again. But despite all her efforts, Franz remained in his gloomy state, plunging deeper and deeper into the darkness.
He was sitting in his room, in the dark, where there was no light. Every day for him became similar to the previous one, and he saw no point in changing anything. He felt the darkness filling him, and in this state he felt better. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to accept help. Instead, he immersed himself in his thoughts, to which new suffering was added.
Maria, realizing that he did not want to open up, began to pray. She asked for his healing, for him to regain the strength and desire to live. She believed that her prayers could help him, that there was still a spark of hope in Franz's heart.
Every night when she went to bed, she prayed for him. But the days turned into weeks, and despite her prayers and efforts, Franz remained in his gloomy state. He didn't respond to her words, didn't react to her presence. His eyes became empty, and even when she looked into them, she saw nothing there but the abyss.
On one of these days, when Maria came to him with another attempt to support him, she noticed that he began to avoid her gaze. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, and it seemed that he had lost all hope.
"Franz, I'm here. I won't leave you," she said, but he just shook his head without looking up. "Why don't you want to talk to me? I want to help you!"
Franz didn't answer. Instead, he bent down, and at that moment Maria saw him grab a sharp object - glass, which he seemed to have found in the room. She felt the blood freeze in her veins.
"Franz, no!" she shouted, rushing to him. But he had already cut himself, and a bloody stain appeared on his hand. AT THAT point, Maria realized that he was not just suffering - he chose the path of self-destruction.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Why are you hurting yourself?"
Franz looked at her with silent despair. "I don't know how to live with what I've done," he said, his voice sounded quiet and depressed. "I can't get rid of it. I can't just be normal and enjoy life when I killed a man."
Maria, confused and scared, realized that her prayers did not work, that all her efforts led to nothing. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. "Franz, you're not alone. I'm here, and I'm not going to leave you. We can overcome it together!" she said, trying to convey to him the importance of support.
But Franz just lowered his head, and there was no hope or desire to fight on his face. He picked up the sharp object again, and Maria screamed in horror. "Don't do that! Please don't kill yourself!"
Franz froze, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes. He looked at Maria, her tears and fear, and suddenly he felt sorry for her. But at that moment the darkness inside him was too strong, and he lowered his hands again.
"I don't know how to stop it," he said, his voice sounded weak. "I just want it to end."
Maria, coming closer, grabbed his hands, trying to snatch a sharp object from him. "You shouldn't do that! I can't lose you! You're important to me, and I won't let you leave!" she shouted, full of despair.
But even her words could not awaken in him the desire to live. He felt darkness capturing him, and all of Maria's attempts to bring him back to life seemed to him in vain. He didn't know how to deal with grief and guilt. Every time he tried to get out, the darkness dragged him in again.
Every day Maria continued to pray, and although she could not change his condition, she could not leave him alone. She believed that in the depths of Franz's soul there was still the possibility of healing. But her prayers were just an echo in silence, and she didn't know how to help him when he stopped fighting for his life.
Franz continued to plunge into darkness, and every day his condition only worsened. He no longer saw a way out and found no consolation in anything. Every time Maria came to him, he remained deaf to her words and attempts to help. There was no hope in his eyes, only a bottomless abyss.
Despite her efforts, he took a sharp object again and began to cause himself more and more pain. He didn't understand why he was doing it, but it seemed that it was the only way he could express his inner suffering. The blood on his skin seemed to him the only way to relieve mental pain.
Maria was horrified to see it. Every time she tried to stop him, he only pushed her away, plunging deeper and deeper into his abyss. "Franz, please don't do that!" she shouted one day when she saw him cutting himself again. "You shouldn't hurt yourself! This is not a solution!"
But he only looked at her with a blank look, and his face expressed nothing but despair. He didn't know how to explain to her that suffering had become a part of his life. He couldn't get rid of guilt and self-condemnation, and the only way he could express it was through these physical wounds.
"I can't go on living like this," he said quietly, looking down. "I can't just forget what happened. I feel the darkness absorbing me, and it seems to me that this is the only thing I can control."
Maria, unable to bear this pain, felt tears rolling down her cheeks. "Franz, I'm here! I won't leave you alone! You shouldn't do it!" she said, her voice trembling with emotions. She understood that, despite all her efforts, he did not want to accept help.
Every day she came to him with hope, but every time she left with a feeling of hopelessness. She prayed, asked for his healing, but nothing changed. Franz became more and more close in on himself, and his actions became more and more dangerous.
One day, when Maria came, she found that he had inflicted more serious injuries on himself. His hands were injured, and the bloody footprints on the floor indicated that he no longer controlled his actions. She rushed to him, depressed by fear.
"Franz, what are you doing?" she shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders. "You can't go on like this! That's not the way out!"
He looked at her, and there was no pain or fear in his eyes - only indifference. "I don't know how to stop," he said, his voice quiet and empty. "I don't see any other way out. I just don't want to suffer anymore."
Maria felt her heart breaking from these words. She couldn't let him continue in the same spirit. "You're not alone, Franz. I'm nearby. Let it be difficult, but we can handle it together. Please give me a chance to help you!" she said, trying to convey her sincere concern to him.
But his reaction was cold. He distanced himself from her, as if her words did not reach him. "I don't want your help," he said, his voice full of fatigue. "I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want you to suffer because of me."
It was the last thing he said. He returned to his self-destructive actions again, and Maria felt her soul tearing apart. She couldn't leave him alone, but her words were no longer strong.
Franz continued to harm himself, and every day he went deeper into his darkness. He saw no way out, and even Mary's prayers could not change his fate. Every time he felt that he was losing control, he took a sharp object again, and it seemed to him the only way to cope with the inner pain.
Maria knew that she had to act. She couldn't let him continue in the same spirit. That evening, when he was on the verge again, she decided to take extreme measures. "Franz, I'll call for help if you don't stop it!" she said, determined.
He just looked at her, and there was no fear or hope in his eyes. She knew that time was running out, and if she didn't do something right now, she could lose it forever.
Franz sank deeper into darkness, and his mental state continued to deteriorate rapidly. He could no longer control his thoughts and emotions. Every day when he looked in the mirror, he did not see himself as a person - only an abyss filled with suffering and guilt. Maria, his sister, tried to support him, but her concern only irritated him.
Maria came to him, trying to help, but each time she was met with his aggression and indifference. Franz felt that his mind was crumbling, and with each passing day, the darkness inside him became more tangible. He often heard voices whispering to him that he was unworthy of love, that he had to pay for his sins.
One day, when Maria came to his room, she noticed that he looked especially exhausted. "Franz, you must talk to me. I am worried about you," she said, coming closer. But he only turned away, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"Go away, Maria! You don’t understand what’s happening to me!” he screamed, his voice filled with rage. He didn’t want her to see him like this. He was afraid that she would find out about his inner struggle and how far he had come.
“I’m here to help you! You’re not alone!” she said, trying to reach out to him. But at that moment, he couldn’t hear her words. The voices in his head were getting louder and louder, and he didn’t know how to get rid of this inner chaos.
Suddenly, in a fit of madness, he grabbed a sharp object lying on the table. Maria, seeing this, recoiled in horror. “Franz, stop!” she screamed, her voice trembling with fear. She knew that he was on the edge and his mind was slipping away from him.
But at that moment, the darkness that had taken hold of him overshadowed his consciousness. He could no longer control himself. “I can’t stand this anymore!” — he screamed, and in an instant he attacked her.
Maria tried to dodge, but his hand was already moving, and there was not a drop of humanity in his eyes. Suddenly he realized what he was doing, but it was too late. He saw her fall to the floor, and her eyes reflected horror and incomprehension.
“Maria…” he whispered, his voice trembling with shock and fear. He knelt down next to her, realizing that he had become a murderer. Something important was torn in his heart, and he could not believe that he had hurt someone who had always been there.
“I didn’t mean to…” he said, his voice becoming quiet. He tried to explain, but the words stuck in his throat. He had lost not only his sister, but himself as well. In that moment, he realized that the darkness he could not control had consumed him completely.
Now he was alone, consumed by guilt and madness. There was only emptiness left in his soul, and he knew that he would never be able to get out of this abyss. He could not accept the fact that his madness had led to tragedy, and now he had lost forever what he loved most.