#Chapter8
I was losing it, how could this happen? Maybe I did something wrong, maybe I guessed it wrong, because, no matter how you look at it, it's crazy to think that things like this would work. How can stabbing someone be the solution to anything? It's just not worth the jail time!
This actually hurts though. The past keeps coming back, and it kills me every time it strikes my heart. But that's it! No more living in the past anymore. I will not let this become gloomy! So, I took a deep breath and stood up firmly. I looked into his eyes as his blood rolled down my cheeks, and I roared, /"Lict! Protect me! Protect me as you promised me you would!/"