Cy's Despair
"AT LEAST SHE'S STILL ALIVE FOR YOU TO HATE!" I shouted once again, and Cy dropped to his knees.
I've never told these three about my experiences in that hellish tower where I was forced to see my mother become more deathly sick every day.
That was torture worse than any other beatings I received from Leo, the guard I had manipulated until his death.
"SO SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!" I shouted before elbowing Findir out of the way and then proceeding to help up the two injured old people.
I might've not told them about my experiences, but they could definitely tell, just from the genuine anger and lingering sadness within my voice, that I had experienced something out of their imagination.
Yes, you can imagine your parents, siblings, and family dying, but when it comes to the real deal, it hurts so bad you want to die.
In my previous life, I didn't care much for my parents but still grieved for their death… and you know why?