Someone poisoned her! 2

When I went black, it was not unconsciousness. It was not anger. It was not just a mood. It was death. I was ready to murder anyone. I was ready to throw myself against any hard wall of brick, metal or titanium. I was fucking dead and dark in my mind, as something had finally snapped inside me. I barely showed any affection towards my family, but they meant the world to me, because they gave me the warmth I never had in my early years, even though that warmth was not enough to thaw part of my cold soul that makes me how I am today.

The part of my being that haunts me when I am down, and drags me down to depressing levels when all I can feel is gloom and pain. I had grown farther apart from my mother growing up, but that did not fucking mean she was not special to me. And now, someone had the galls to hurt my mother.

Darkness filled my vision and my mind as I drove back to the hotels like a bat out of hell, zooming on air and pushing the car to its damn limits. In no time,