Chapter Five

Xander's eyes were filled with horror as he sat in a corner of his room. The memories of what happened years ago kept haunting him.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me...I didn't mean to..," he croaked as he buried his face in his palm.

He could still remember that night, the night his misery began. He could still remember her screams. He whimpered as he took the last gulp from the bottle of liquor in his hands.

His body trembled as he broke the bottle, it shattered into a million pieces. His cyan eyes carried many emotions, especially guilt.

He took a piece of the broken glass and slit his wrist with it. His eyes were now expressionless and cold. He knew he was losing a lot of blood but he didn't bother to do anything about it, he wanted to die. He had called his psychiatrist, Zion who was also his best friend to come over but he hadn't seen him so he stopped expecting him.

He heard a knock on the door, and he immediately stood up to check who was at the door, his legs wobbled as he