~ Cristina~
How many times does one admit everything that has happened to them is, in fact, a result of past misdeeds and wrongness they had done over and over, never learning, never caring who they hurt or destroyed. How many times since Domenico´s sadistic grasp found me have I asked this question and if I would have asked it if it wasn't for him? Was I good? Was I worth anything more? Was I worth saving?
Over and over again, I had repeated these questions to myself as the torture in his hands continued. With every tear I shed. If they did mean anything but pain, each and every one of them in fact meant atonement. For being a stupid creature, atonement for what I had brought to myself, I was at fault and deserve it. The tears I shed and the lack of tears from Patrick, those missing o
