That evil

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So when it comes to evil, in your family...? - he starts calmly, sitting comfortably in his chair. The black notebook in his hand. His pen ready. His face showing no strain.

Ah… aunt Sara. It was very hard to describe her really… once upon a time she wasn’t that bad. She was charming, to be honest. So many people were drawn to her, just something about her. As if everyone who met her wanted to be her friend… of course even then you couldn’t call her a saint. She was a troublemaker… just not the obvious one.

Her lies took a long time to reach the sunlight and when they did… she acted like nothing had happened. Almost as if it was your own fault. The things she did to people… doing whatever she wanted with them. Letting them think she cared

about them and instead, she was a manipulating, deceiving and back-stabbing…

family member.

She changed… - he said, sounding like he was remembering the details of a report.

Yes, a couple of years back. Like something had snapped. Without any reason… all the fakeness faded away, disappeared. Just like that – I said shaking my head, still not understanding the reality of the situation that had happened so long ago.

Pretenses are hard to keep sometimes. The façade breaks and humans crumble – he said, no emotions in his voice, just the knowledge experienced through decades working with other people.

And then…?

Then, whatever is left… isn’t a pretty sight to see. All is left, is the ugliness of a lost soul – he says, very calmly – and when a soul is lost it slowly rots. The bad stuff eating it away.

Your body isn’t in pain, but your mind… your thoughts, needs, hopes…

everything is polluted.

His words terrified me, causing my body to shiver. It wasn’t so much the words that he said, but the meaning they brought with them. They were so close to the truth...

I remembered the way she looked at me. Her stare cold and calculating. Things that I saw in her eyes… the pure evil... well, the times when she actually looked at me.

Because most of the times she ignored my presence like I wasn’t even there. Already not existing, like me being there next to her was an offense. Or maybe not even that…

Whenever she did that, it caused the strangest reactions and emotions. My body felt sick, literally. Like I had a flew or a temperature. Everything in me shaking, trembling… falling apart. As if I really was sick… and the constant guilt for being… well, alive.

All of it was just so exhausting. The poison sinking in.

A lot to cope with...What's the real reason? - He asks after a while, when the silence stretches on.

I didn't look in his direction or answered him in any way.

Because what else was there to say, when it came to evil.

It existed and that was that.

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