Kaya
The pain hits me in repeating cycles. In and out, I get better and then relapse again.
There are hands touching me all over, lips mumbling something near my ear, yet I refuse to move. I don't even open my eyes.
I am as good as dead anyway.
Sometimes I feel a burning pain as my veins are drained of blood. Cold metal piercing thin blue vessels. It makes me want to sleep, but I fight that urge like a cornered beast, because I don't want to sleep. Because I don't want to dream.
Because in my dreams, I am always hurting.
And sometimes... I remember. Remember the past that only brings more ache to my exhausted heart.
Damien's plan was easy and straightforward: he needed a lot of money very fast, and the only way he knew how to do it was murder.
He said he wanted to protect me and execute revenge on my behalf. He said he wanted to create a world where I would feel safe and loved. He said he needed my help. He said he needed time. But he made a promise.
