It’s Not Fair – Short Horror Fiction by Fairy Dharawat

Evil can be found near hatred. Sorrow some say also invites viciousness and corrupts our soul. But evil is within. It is born out of dissatisfaction and pain. That haunting pain which lingers long after its welcome. It’s a poem. A heinous poem about to torment you. It repeats till blood oozes out of your eardrums.


A drunk driver lost control and rammed into Rohan when he was walking alone on the highway because his car broke down. It wasn’t his fault.

Rohan wasn’t drunk, but his body was crushed, mutilated and his face was melted beyond recognition. 


When he knew he was dying, one last thought was – it’s not fair.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.

The driver didn’t stop, probably scared. The body was found the next day by some passersby. He was considered to be missing, and his family got to know about him in a week’s time.

Last rites need a body, but only fragments of what can be called his body were traceable. 
He recently married his college girlfriend and a baby was on board. He was loved. How can someone filled with so much love turn into rage? It wasn’t his time. He shouldn’t have died. It is not fair. The words came alive on its own. The words mumbled by the dying kept going on and one. The dying words then shaped the conscious. From nothingness, a heinous invisible being came into this world. From anguish, rage and tragedy, evil was born. And it haunted that highway stretch. Picking up passer-byes looking for the body to snatch at the time of his death. It would sit on their vehicle and take them to his time. The time when he died. Bringing his victims together to witness his demise and their own.

Over and over again, and then telling them.

Look.

It’s not fair.

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