"It doesn't matter what happens. What matters is if you trust yourself with what you are doing."
"Life goes on while they die behind. Leave your sorrows behind. Carry on your life."
"Coward! Get on your feet. Never fall to your knees before eliminating your enemy!"
"Not everyone is equal in life. Everyone looks down on the lower levelled. You must be the one that will look down at others."
"You're stronger than everyone, use that to your aventage."
"You're going to be the top of everyone."
Those were my father's words. I hated them. I hated my father. I hated my father for what he's done. The pain he's caused. The sorrows I felt for the lives I've been forced to take.
I didn't want to be the top of everyone. It sounded wasteful, lonely. What's left if I was to be the top of everyone, of everything? Nothing. Simply, nothing.
I had to do the right thing.
I left. I left the only home I'd known. I ran as far as I could from that horrible place. That torture chamber. I ran and ran until I was far enough to never have to deal with him again.
I finally landed somewhere safe. That's all it matters. Nobody knows where, what, or who I am.
Yet to this day, I still fear my father will come for me and bring me back home.
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