I stared blankly at the direction Rosalie left, and suddenly felt a boundless fear.
Only now did I realize that what I was most afraid of was not that Rosalie hated me, but that she was no longer in my control, everything that I was familiar with and thought I could control perfectly had gone off the rails.
I wanted to do something, to let off some steam.
Even if these actions did not help me, at least they gave me a temporary numbness that prevented me from falling into madness.
Chester found me in the dungeon.
"Edmund, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" He asked aggressively, tugging at my blood-stained collar.
I spat out the blood that was coming up, "Nothing, I just had a fight with the guys in the dungeon, it helped me calm down faster."
"Calm down?" Chester sneered
