Anderson
I lay still under the red duvet, with my eyes wide open, staring at the void, somehow I obtained comfort in the dark, a great comfort that nothing else can give me.
Under the cover I slide my hand in my clothes, touching the long scar on the corner of my back, I can still feel the pain, the injury was long gone and healed but my mind and conscience refused to accept it, inside me I feel the pain like it was a fresh wound with blood oozing out, I can't stop myself from thinking that way, some people saw me as a freak back then when I was in high school, I did pay them back, and made them swallow their words slowly and inhumanly.
I don't think I'll ever be fine, even if I believe after killing the architect of my miserable life I'll find peace. Is just that way once you enter he
