Chapter :9
"Nala"
(Wounded soul)
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. A splash of water on my face had awakened me, and for a moment, I was disoriented. As my gaze locked onto the pair of piercing eyes, the memories came flooding back.
Lenny. His lifeless body. The sound of gunfire.
The weight of my guilt crushed me. Everyone I loved had been taken from me. My mother, my father's wife, Lenny… all gone, because of me. I was a curse, a harbinger of death.
I deserve death .
I'm a monster .
I'm cursed .
Whoever loved me pay the price of death .
I should die .so I will stop causing the trouble this world is going through with .
A low, menacing voice cut through my thoughts. "So, you're awake now."
I remained silent, lost in my torment, unable to find the words to express my anguish.
"Don't want to talk?" he taunted. "Let's see how long you can keep that up."
But I didn't want to talk; I wanted to die. To escape the pain, the guilt, the memories. Please, kill me.
A monster only deserve death .
So please kill me .
Give me this little peace .I know I don't deserve any peace I myself is torture for everyone .
So please kill this monster and let your world free from this curse .
I'm a monster who didn't done any bad things .
Who suffer and suffer .
Who was hated and sent to the hell .
The only mistake of mine is to born in this world .
I should have die before coming into this world .
I should have die instead of my mother .
Instead of Lenny .
And instead of Andy's who'sgoing to die cause eof me .
He spoke of not harming women and children, but I knew I was beyond redemption. I was a monster, deserving of pain and punishment.
He asked about Kaiden, but I remained silent, resigned to my fate. What did it matter? I was already condemned.
As he gripped my hair, pulling hard, I steeled myself. Come on, kill me. End my suffering. You will only be free after my death .it's even .
He shouted, punched me, to make me talk but what should I do . I dinot have any words left and then he walked away. Why didn't he finish me? Was he toying with me?. Was he playing jokes . I deserve death not somebody's sympathy .
Time passed, and a woman, his maid, descended the stairs with water tanks. Her pitying gaze was a fleeting moment of humanity, a reminder that some people still possessed compassion.
He returned, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."
I welcomed the cold water, running down on my body causing my every blood cell and tissues of my body to froze .it's the pain, the torture. It was my penance, my punishment.
As the icy torrent engulfed me, I shivered, my body numb. It's hurt . Hurt so much .but it's nothing to what I have been gone throught . I have become strong now . Just a little more, and I'd be free from this eternal suffering.
The maid reappeared, and he ordered her to make me speak or suffer the consequences. She pushed me into the bathroom, filling the bathtub with cold water and ice. And then she push me in the bathtub .
I screamed as the agony enveloped me, my body trembling uncontrollably. This was my end, my final reckoning.
As the ice encased my head, I bit back a cry, my thoughts consumed by the darkness. It was fitting, a monster's demise.
In the silence, I found a twisted solace: this was my punishment, my redemption. My fate .
Its was decided by god before I was born . So I had to go through it . I was destined to torture .