The Regret.
I couldn't speak or breathe normally, when his deep and familiar voice echoed in my ears. It's as if I'm stuck in one place and unable to move. I don't know what will happen next, but I know it will be awful, and I don't want to be punished again by a monster who is ready to make my life a living hell. Why couldn't fate put me out of this nightmare? Why he couldn't just let me go? Why does everyone want to torture me? Why is my life like this? I had numerous questions but couldn't find an answer to them.
I can feel his glaring eyes from behind me, but I didn't turn around to face him since I would die simply staring into his poisonous eyes. So, I did what I believed was required in this situation: I began running, running away from my misery, running away from him, but whom I
