Black

At first I was sad to see him run away, an animal wich had once so loved me. There's something strange about the human heart. We humans seem to like hurting ourselves. Haven't we all, a hundred times, done something stupid or evil just because we knew that we should not do it?. My face was wet with tears and my heart was black and heavy. But I killed it. I killed it because I knew it HAD loved me, because it HADN'T hurt me. And I began to hate it. It did not hurt in any way, but I always tried to keep as far away from it as possible. But one day I took hold of an axe and tried to kill it. It felt dead on the floor, without a sound. -I've never done a better piece of work!- I said to myself happily... I WAS FREE AT LAST! I was now a happy girl, happier than I had been for a long time. I wasn't worried by what I had done. I was very happy. I was sure that I was safe, but I wanted to say something, just a word or two, to show how UNWORRIED I was. At the moment I heard a sound. It was a strange sound, unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was like a cry rising from Hell.