"Noooooooooo!"
Suddenly, Richard woke up in the darkroom. He was sleeping on the bed. There were few bandages around his body. His eyes were red with the tear dripping out of them.
Dream, yes he wanted that to be a dream, a nightmare to be exact but it wasn't. It wasn't a dream at all. It was true. His body still hurts. His soul is still going through enormous pain. At this moment, he just wanted to cry, nothing else but cry.
"Damn! "Damn! "Damn! Why? Why must I suffer? Why must I bear such faith?" At this moment, the deep hatred buried under his heart rose up. His eyes were turning redder but it wasn't just due to the tears.
The hatred was turning him mad, mad over his fate, mad over his weakness, made over those five peoples, and extremely mad over...….. his father.
