"That darkness, that's inside me, it was in you today. I could see it, and I could feel you wanting to fight it off.
The moment you found out I took something precious from you, all you wanted to do was end me. It leaves you in a blinding rage and feeds off of all the negativity, hurt, and anger. It lusts after blood.
I couldn't control it. But I should have. My father and my uncle did, and that's what made them strong. I just couldn't accept that. And I have allowed it to control me. Even till today."
My mind went back to earlier today, when all I wanted to do was kill him. I was angry, yes, but not enough to have all these murderous thoughts.
It felt dark and foreign and scary.
I had never had such rage in me before. Was it coming from him? Was it rubbing off on me?
