I'm not a monster.

"Not screaming anymore?" I leaned my face close to hers, whispering it into her ear. She jumped up and ran into the kitchen screaming. Her hands grabbed a knife from the kitchen, the flickering light making everything gloomier, as if I were a demon. Her fear and her eyes expressed the deepest abyss she had reached because of me.

"DIE, DIE!" those words spoken by her, at that moment didn't hurt me, on the contrary...

"Death, I've seen too many people die," I thought of all my comrades and Ellie. I let my hand slide delicately on the kitchen table.

"But I.. don't want to die," I kept talking and then I used my right hand to take the knife from my mother's hand. She started screaming in desperation, seriously thinking I wanted to kill her, putting all her strength into it, mixed with the terror she felt, it was all evident from her gaze. A gaze now shattered.

"How does it feel, to have treated me like an object for all these years?" I said to her while holding her knife up, then taking it away from her dirty hand.

"DON'T KILL ME," she pleaded for mercy.. there I understood one thing. My mother's mindset was completely different from mine, she seriously believed that everything she had done to me had turned me into a monster.