Whispers of the Wicked: Trembling Hands

Whispers of the Wicked

He looked at his shaking hands. A few weeks ago, he was just fine. He had no trembling hands. He did not sneeze and cough most of the time. He was full of energy. He was never grateful for that. 

"Did I take my health for granted? Isn't this the same for everyone?" 

This was his first time experiencing this kind of thing, the illness. Definitely, health was a top priority but he had taken many things for granted, his career, his partner, his life, his happiness, God, everything he could think of. He had taken almost everything for granted. He was so sure that he would never lose any of them. So, he took everything causally. Nothing was important for him anymore. Not his name nor his fame. He preferred to keep it simple, but was his life really simple? 

He thought in the middle of the night. He looked back at his past, full of regrets but he wasn't ashamed, he never would be. Because that's what he was - a shameless person with no regard for anything. 

"Is it too late to be a good person?" He looked at the champagne on the counter.

"Do I really want to be a good person? Or is it just sickness? Am I thinking too much? Or is it just my health?" The topsy-turvy emotions took him over. 

With his trembling hands, he poured some champagne into the glass. He could not hold the glass with one hand, so he had to use both, which he hated because it made him a loser, a failure.  

"A  champagne would fix it. It has fixed everything. It has saved me from many things. For example, the regret. The regret of killing her feelings taking away her innocence and killing the mockingbird. It has always worked. Why wouldn't it work this time?" He thought and smirked. 

"These hands are stupid. It's like I am not in their control. Wow! These hands are really something. You guys can't do that to me. Are you stupid?" He talked to his hands. He did not drink the champagne. The instant feeling of helplessness of not being in control of his own hands made him explode. 

"You belong to me. You are literally my hands. Why are you trembling and shaking like the world is on fire? Why would you do that to me? You are idiots, you are stupid. How can you do that to me?" He literally screamed at his own hands. 

"Would a sane person do that?" Another thought clicked his mind. 

"Am I no longer a sane person? Am I losing it? Am I being deprived of my intelligence? Where am I heading? What the hell is wrong with me?" He lost the focus of his trembling hands. 

Intellectual deprivation was more cruel than his shaking hands. But would a killer really be an intellectual? 

He thought about the time when killing a mockingbird had given him such immense pleasure. 

"Ahh, I want to do that again." 

He recalled the moment when he had captured that pure little thing. He would befriend a mockingbird just so that he could kill him. He had poisoned that little fellow and later he would cut it. The hot blood splashing from its neck had given him some kind of superior feeling. Later on, he would peel the skin out of that little fellow and minced it, making it a piece of flesh with no trace of no being. He hated everything that existed and bothered him. He thought that he could do everything. And he was right about that. 

Killing is gruesome, killing a mockingbird is more gruesome, it is an act of killing all innocent people. 

While killing that cute little bird, he thought himself off as a higher being. He had done something that ninety per cent of people would never even think of. 

"I am the one. The chosen one." He proclaimed. "I am the chosen murderer of everyone". He laughed. 

Thinking about that gruesome murder brought happiness and he forgot about his hands. Back then, it wasn't a problem. He never struggled to pick up a glass, a cup, or a knife. He never knew what was going to happen until she came. 

"You are still awake." She said. 

"I was waiting for you, want to join me?" 

"Sure."

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Author's note: Hey guys, I am trying to write a short novel, "Whispers of the Wicked". This is episode one, "Trembling Hands". If you liked it and wanna know more, drop a comment. Thank you