What exactly had happened for my mother to react in that way? Was Dmitriy really alive? Was there just a ray of hope? Oh, why couldn't I remember? I cursed myself for it. This was the part of my life which was forgotten. But why? I still had no answer as I look longingly at my mother storming out of the room.

No, I couldn't be passive. I had to bring back memories. Try to remember why my memories start with a storm in my life. Could there be someone out in this world missing me? That someone whom I desired. Is he alive? Oh, why is life so cruel? What have I done to deserve all these? Oh, God!

I lay back over the pillow and close my eyes. I try to remember that same scene. The gunshot...the blood...death...Dmitriy falling...my scream....what next? A black wall seemed to be blocking me from seeing further. I couldn't see what was behind the pitch dark barrier. Those events from my memory had been so rightly pushed into oblivion that I couldn't, even with the maximum exertion, get a grip on the fleeting memories. It was all blood, death and my cries. Nothing concrete was forming in my brain.

My brain could not fathom what was missing. I needed to consult my doctor once again and I had a lot of information this time. I needed his help to unearth that mystery.

I try to focus more, pushing against that invisible wall with all my might. Just as earlier, I feel dizzy and yet I continue exerting my strength. My head felt like it would burst. But yet I held on when suddenly everything went blank as a never-ending darkness engulfed me and I was falling into the bottomless abyss of blackness...

The killer is advancing towards me. Menacing, deadly. I want to run but my legs are frozen. I look at the gun in his hand. My knees feel weak. The cold metallic gleam of the deadly weapon in the alley makes my blood curdle. A pool of blood at my feet. And the man I love, dead at my feet.

"Now what shall I do with you? Kill you? I shouldn't keep witnesses. Should I?"

No difficulty in identifying the voice.

"Jason," I whisper, "why did you do it?"

" I had warned you," the same cold voice, yet something wasn't right in his tone.

"A...Are you d...d...drunk," I manage to ask in spite of the shivering due to the cold and the emptiness in my chest. I am at loss for words. I feel so lonely. But there is one ray of hope. Only if I can dial 911. If he is drunk he may not be conscious enough to realise what I am doing.

"I had just gulped down one bottle honey..."

I deftly reach for the pocket of my skirt desperately trying not to attract much attention. Feeling for my phone I try to find the emergency call button. Damn smartphones!

I get the button but suddenly a cold pair of hands grasp mine in a grip of iron. Jason has moved in front of me and is holding me, crushing my bones. I wince in pain. I try to draw back my hand but to no avail. The phone is snatched out of my hands.

"Oh no, Hon," Jason says again putting the phone in his pocket, " You will not call help. Now tell me what shall I do with you. He's dead as a log."

He gave a mocking smile and pointed at Dmitriy on the ground.

I am desperate by now. He's dead and just for me. I have no will to go on living. Will? Huh! I have no right to go on living. I feel like there's a gaping hole in my chest where my heart was.

I turn face to face with the killer and look into his cruel eyes. "Kill me," I say.

A/N Sorry for updating so fast but I can't stop writing when I start and this is the best example. This story is being written and believe me the story is writing itself. The story is taking its own course and I am a mute spectator. I don't know what will happen at the end or what turn it will take. Thanks to all those who read and vote. Your comments and feedback make my day. Hoping to hear from you.❤😊😍Special thanks to MaryFahey for reading and assessing my work.