SIN POV
Whack!
Whack!
I heard the sound of the punching bag as I thumped harder on it. The bag swirled, and dust poured out of it, enveloping the area before it drifted out of the tall window.
“Arggg!” I yelled while punching harder. I could feel my hands giving out and my body weakened, yet I didn't stop.
The pain I had caused Artemisia was far worse than what I was feeling.
I reckon she was in the room, huddled somewhere, crying herself to sleep, like every night.
Even though I was aware of all that I was doing to her. The pain I caused her for no reason. I couldn't help myself.
I could not bring myself to stop.
Now, I believe I was just like the monster I was before she came. She had made me see the good side of me. She had made me believe I was not a monster.
Still, it wasn't
