l wanted to deny my feelings for what I had seen. I wanted to hate what I had. I wanted to ignore my fascination by it. I wanted to despise them for ever having such things exist.
But instead all I could do was stare. Being so fascinated by it all, my mind wondering to questions of how rather than why.
How was this possible? How didn't they get caught? How did they make it happen?
How. How. How.
My question were supposed to be why. Why did they do this. Why did they want to. Why weren't they caught. Why did such things exist.
It felt wrong to be fascinated instead of afraid. It felt like I was the one that needed to be arrested instead of the ones who truly made any of this happen.
Everything about me felt wrong. I felt evil. Cruel. Psychotic.
Why did I feel like this but they didn't? Or maybe they did just instead they ignored the feelings?
What was the truth and what wasn't? Would I ever have my questions answered or were they going to be in the back of my mind forever? Forever wondering what was real and what wasn't? Forever believing my thoughts should be removed? Forever questioning whether anything was worth having those concerns destroying me?
What was worth all of these questions bottling up and the feeling of torture? Love? Friendship? Hope?
What would be worth it for others and what would be worth it for me?
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Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)
Romance~SECOND BOOK IN THE SERIES~ Finally one of the ballerinas spun around and i almost passed out at the sight. Oh. My. God. ********************************************* Allia has just made a choice to join the mafia which is ruled by her saviours. Bu...
