Chapter One-Zero-Four: Tired

My legs feel as if they are laden with lead; I cannot bring myself to move towards the men.

Each breath I take feels painful against my tightened chest, or perhaps it is the clog in my throat that makes it difficult to breathe, or maybe my body is shutting down, maybe it’s had enough, maybe-

A wave of nausea washes over me before dizziness takes charge.

What if it was a warning shot? What if-

The men drag her limp body from the ground as if mocking my hopeful naivety.

“Where are you going!”

Vivian’s hand grips against mine, making me realise that I was unconsciously moving towards the scene.

“If you go there, he will kill me.”

Her panicked face makes me feel better, honestly.

She has gotten what she wished for; I do not know if I can be with him—no, I know. I can't be with someone who resembles my father. I cannot be with someone who can harm another that I adore; I cannot be with someone who has the capacity to turn me into a monster because, for the life of me, I cannot quite figure