LIAM
Something is wrong.
I have been a ghost … no. just a walking body, not living at all. All these months have passed and I feel a piece of my soul chipping away. Every time I continue staying here, I lose myself. I forget who I am. I know why I am here, but I don't think I know how to go back.
My father has taken everything that I am and made sure I lose myself in addiction, blood lust, and mindless killings that I can't tell who is human and who isn't anymore.
He has been umping me with drugs, forcing them down my throat, jamming me with syringes when I resist, and then sending me off to kill. I don't think he has any more need to hunt people down, but his agenda has now changed to conquering and taking what belongs to others.
He has become a thief.
I open my bleary eyes, and I am met with a stark white ceiling. My head is throbbing. How many bottles of liquor did I take yesterday to still make me feel this way?
