Flashback….. “Mom, Damien is gone,” I whispered in a shaky voice, She stared at me covered in blood, and Damien on the floor, We were just seven when it happened. “You monster- I didn’t, I didn’t do it, Mom,” I whispered cutting her off when she pushed me to the ground, my eyes lingered with tears. When she yelled out my father’s name and he rushed to the room, without asking what happened, he took me to the basement, the place where I had learnt a lot. I was just seven, I had suffered more than any adults who lived all of their entire lives, I had been subjected to a lot and no one wanted to listen to what happened. I killed him, that’s what my father yelled when he locked me up, I killed his only son as if I were not a child of his. I slept in clothes covered in his blood, with memory of the events that took place, The next morning, my father walked in with a man beside him, he had a chair set up in the middle of the basement and there I was, in my cell staring. “Fat
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