The Curse She Left Behind

Author’s POV

Warning- Sensitive Content Ahead

The place was dim and dark. The only light emanating was the bathroom. He stood in front of the large mirror. His eyes were darkest shade of blue and he looked at himself and the tattoo. The drawer opened and he pulled the knife. He sighed and started the torture which was his only way to feel he was alive and was waiting for someone. The point of the knife dug into his skin, and scratched past the wounded skin from last night’s torture.

The blood oozed out and he hissed. He traced the knife brutally and blood travelled from his chest to his abdomen. He looked at himself. He was unrecognizable but he had changed. It had been a long time and he still didn’t know where she was hiding. But one thing was sure. He will find her, no matter what.

He didn’t wipe the blood, and arrived to his closet. He dressed up and his shirt soaked the blood, but he didn’t care. His housekeeper was complaining daily of the stained shirts. He didn’t care. He w