"Last Hope ; Reason to Live"

Elle's POV :

He pulled the trigger and let the unjustifiable bullet pass through dad's forehead all the way out from the backside of his head and make its way into the wall. Realization strikes the core of my thoughts. The Killer... he... He killed my Dad right in front of my eyes.

And I consciously shot both his legs. He fell to his knees and without wasting any more seconds I turned the killer's face towards me and pushed him against the floor. I sat above his chest so that he couldn't move.

I punched him, smashed his face again and again; brutally with all the pain inside of my body that took the shape of rage. My blood is boiling like hell's fire. I want to kill this bastard right now but I won't, No! I won't kill him. I will make him suffer; suffer as much as he made others do so.

My fist became all bloody with his blood and soon the skin of my fist started to peel off. But I couldn't stop myself.