Something in me was off. My chest was heavy.
I hate it.
I hate it.
Just stop it, please.
I slow down as my way is cut off by some assassins.
What's happening?
I am pissed. I am mad.
These goddamn emotions.
I don't need them.
I look at those assassins, my anger boiling inside me.
As I try to calm down, I remember how Hellen was scared of me.
Something in my chest was ripping me from the inside.
My thoughts were too messy to know what I was doing or what I wanted to do.
My skin starts to heat up.
Why?
There is something wrong with me.
I look at my hand. It was on fire.
I look at the assassins—and the horror in their eyes.
They are scared of me.
I back off a few steps.
My heart was burning.
"My lady," I hear someone call from behind me.
I turn my head to see who.
Who would call a devil a lady?
It was Hellen.
"Please, calm down."
Give up. It's too late.
I am burning.
I am going back to Satan, where I always belonged.
"Pathetic child," I hear a whisper in my ear.
I turn to see who.
No one.
No one?
To be continued...