It is dark, but the bodies of the children gathered in the corner of the room were visible, certainly, how could you not distinguish them after all that disgusting smell they emitted. Memories of a person I didn't know are appearing before me. Now, this is my life. How much pain.
It makes me vomit, the cries of other children irritated me, they hadn't finished crying for their lives even though they were locked up here for who knows how many days.
"If you don't want to die so persistently, why didn't any of you try to get out of here? If you don't die at the hands of the person who brought you here, you will most likely die from the smell of this room."
The children weren't interested in my words, they just looked like some murmurs in their ears, the thing that interested them the most was that the person who had gathered us all in this hut was dead and my hands were covered in his blood.
'They look more anxious than scared.'
Hahaha of course they will be worried, worried about their lives that now in front of them instead of a massive figure with torture tools in his hands is a child with hands stained in the blood of the torturer.
'Do they think that I will kill them too?'
Why should I spend time with some children who are crying for who knows what reason? My job was already done, the most important thing is to get out of here.
*Snif… sob… sob .. sob*
"Wh..what did you do! What did you do you crazy person? We will all die, we will all die because of you."
*Sob… sob… sob*
"We will die"
"We will die, what will we do ?!"
I don't understand why they are crying, their lives end when they are locked in this hut, they don't see what has been done here, are they not looking at how many other children's bodies are gathered in the corner on top of each other? Still, hope they will live? No one will live if you just hope, this treatment couldn't get rid of otherwise.
The children kept crying, but I didn't care anymore, the pain was over, instead, a man was lying in the middle of a hut room with the blood still coming out of his body.
My mind was empty, my body was trembling with the looks that other children were giving me, their eyes were full of disgust and anger, why are they looking at me like that, what did I do to get this kind of reaction?
Hahaha! I realized that their eyes at first were examining me from head to toe, the blood dripping from my hands was giving a stronger effect of terror to my hair, and eye color.
To them, I was a monster.
Although the 'victim' in question was a person who had killed and tortured who knows how many children, I was the problem here.
'I am the monster!'
***
In another worlds, they used to call me many names, but here they only chose one to describe someone like me, a Rapha. The one who fell from heaven, the one who tried to win against the goddess of this world, and the one who became the symbol of evil. A demon. An evil spirit. A monster!
I haven't done anything, but still, I am the only one to blame for everything that happens to them. They won't think twice, they won't look back to see what they have done to me, because I am like them.
What do they consider...NORMAL?
"Well then, child! It's been a long time since we last saw each other. I would like to know, did you think about my offer? Are you going to do what I say and obey?"
They don't see me as a human being.
And I know, deep inside me, that it is all true, but I still want to cling to my past, to at least be the shadow of what I was before. I can't lose it, I don't want to forget.
"I have thought about it and as a result, I have only one answer for you. I will live here and make their life a living hell, before you and them try to send me there, and destroy what's left of me."
This is the only chance I have left, to make things right and put an end to her agony. In the end, her soul will find peace and so will I.