Chapter 38

Damon shot up from the bed, his breathing eratic. Beads of sweat poured down from his forehead.

The bad dream and memories has his black heart so tight in his chest, he gripped his sith his hand just to stop the pain. It didn't work.

It was all fresh like it happened yesterday in the court. All the pains he felt with each howl his mother let out as life was sucked right before him, came right back to his Damon's mind, threatening to suffocate him.

All the pains he felt as he watched life sucked out of his mother wrapped their invisible hand around his heart, cutting off his breath.

It's too much. It has always been too much.

He closed his eyes and then remembered how they had taken away his mother's lifeless body afterwards and they had taken the crying five years old version of him back into the cage.

And the event of the day...made his pains escalate. It left pain naked and raw, they clawed at his mind.

He hurt. And rage filled him too. It hurts, especially the event if the death. T