Chapter 18 My End?

Irina Ivor's Point Of View...

The hardest part of losing someone, isn't having to say goodbye but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that's left inside your heart when they go.

Only few hours was passed after the death of my beloved father but felt like an eternity. One could not distinguish it as death, it was the murder, gruesome one.

A cold blooded murder.

I could feel the void, not only deep inside the core of my heart but also thudding in the bones. I knew for sure that it was never going to be fulfilled and I would never be the same again ever in my life after the following sickening day.

My whole existence was shaken to death and I couldn't get rid of feeling of numbness, which had surrounded me. An endless queries had been swirling, inside my brain like how, when and most importantly why.

I was seated, chained like an animal just a few meters away from the behead