Then why am I feeling bad for flinching away from Mr. Sylvester when I saw the truth of him with my own eyes? Why? What should I do?
A loud scream pierced the room as I fell down on my knees clutching my hands to my chest as I sobbed vehemently screaming violently and letting all my anger and sorrow come out.
I could not understand the conflict rising within me and my movement ceased as I heard soft footsteps running towards my room, I didn't fight it and stayed still as tears clouded my vision and darkness covered my mind but before I could fall unconscious, I got a glimpse of him, the Mr. Sylvester I respect without blood dropping from his fangs and red murderous eyes, a small smile lit up my face and I fell down blank.
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