As I trudged through the ominous vortex of the dark tornado, each step heavier than the last, the ground beneath me quivering like a terrified heartbeat, a murmur began to invade the corners of my mind.
"You're the worst," the voices hissed, like the sinister rustling of leaves on a haunted night.
"You have no place in this world," they sneered, echoing the hollowness that expanded within me.
"You're nothing but a killer," the accusations reverberated, as if each word were a pebble tossed into the still lake of my conscience, sending ripples through my soul.
"What have you done to my family?" The question pierced me, a dagger thrust into my already bleeding heart.
The voices multiplied, their screams inundating my consciousness like a torrential downpour of contempt. "Your parents abandoned you in the middle of the street. No one loves you. You're unwanted."
