I
don’t know how long I slept afterwards. The room was soaked in the smell of
blood, hot as an oven, when I next opened my eyes. My body felt heavy, like
it’s been ripped apart—and maybe it has been. My eyes kept closing as I didn’t
have enough strength to keep them open. My mouth opened and closed—unable to
articulate the pain that still lingered in my body.
Squeaks
and growls. I was vaguely aware that they were coming from me.
My
Mayor was still outside, just as I wanted.
Oh,
God. I needed to move. But it…was so…hard.
Suddenly,
the image of Grey flashed beneath my eyelids and I remembered his request—Kill my stepfather. It was obvious that
he hated the man.
I
understood hate. Hate helped me live
through the hell which was my life.