I woke up from sleep only when I felt this unbearable pain in my hands. Both of my hands ached. I had no idea how long has I been lying down on the bed. One by one, I remembered everything. Everything including how Victor and Alastair were about to kill each other in front of my eyes. How at the last moment, I barged in since Alastair's sword had already left his hand and grabbed Victor's hand. I remembered everything and I was more than sure that Victor would want to kill me because of it. He was already so possessive of me and jealous of Alastair, now that I've done this, there's no way he'd forgive me. Was there?
This very thought was way too painful than the cuts on both of my palms.
But was there a better option for me? There wasn't. With this thought, I sat up on the bed looking at my bandaged hands. They were now tied with two clean white cloths. It was still so painful despite I remember someone making me drink that pain killer medicine. It was so painful.
