CHAPTER 22.

DIANNA

He was silent but his spirit was screaming. So loudly I wanted to cover my ears and wish I was deaf too. He was shaking so was I. When I held him close, I didn't know. His head was leaning on my chest, laying on the cold floor. I was holding him so tightly as if I would protect him from all those horrible things already done to him.

My cheeks were soaking wet and my fingers were brushing his soft hair. We stayed in our position because it was so comforting. No one wants to break it.

" I'm not a monster. " He whispered, I could hardly hear him. " I can be anything but not a monster. Dianna. " I cried but hushed him as if he was crying. Yes! He was but from the bottom of his heart with dry eyes. His chanting was getting loud as if he wanted to poke those words into my skull. It scared me even more, scared him. Because he doesn't sound well. He sounds. Like sick. Again, I wished I was deaf too. His voice was too audibly firm and painful when he started shouting, throwing his hands