Eleven

Who am I to tell you right from wrong? Good or evil? When I, myself, cannot distinguish the difference?

It was revealed to me that those we thought were good are truly evil. Those who we were taught to be bad are righteous and held against their will to be blamed for all that is evil.

As they are held at gun point, they blame us for their fate and we blame them for ours. The rightful starter of this is not either of us but them. The ones that raised us to be ruthless. The ones that couldn't handle the truth of their actions.

They couldn't accept the consequences. They twisted the reality to look away from them and on to the innocent.

Who am I to decide what is real when I have lost all sense of mind.