Lone Wolf

Chapter 3

Seth Evans POV's.

Numb was what I am feeling.

I didn't felt any pain any longer.

Everything was numb you see.

Nothing was real here, no one is real. Everything hurt and yet everything doesn't.

Sometimes I wonder if I am real.

Everything to me now was numb.

My mother.

At least that what I called her. The woman in this world.

Whom kept on crying as she beg me for forgiveness. She kept on sobbing as she kneel there. With my toddler self on the ground, coverring in blood and pain.

She wanted to kill me.

And that was that. I never knew why though.

Sometimes I would ask her why when she came to me. But she never answer me and just countinue on crying and begging me for forgiveness.

I didn't hate her.

But I don't love her either.

She so foreign to me you see.

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Everything was so foreign here.

Then there was my father. At least that what my child self called him.

The cold stern man that always sat on a large.

Like a king he would sat on his throne and stare at me with disgust.

"Kill them", he would told me.

"Kill him if you want to live"

pointing at another boy across from me.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything in this world. And so we fight.

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We always been fighting.

I never kill him though. It always ended the same way.

I always win the fight by bitting his ear off.

And just like that those big round hazel eyes stared at me fill with hatred.

He screamed and cursed at me at they dragged him away.

I didn't hate him though.

I couldn't feel anything. Everything was numb that moment. The moment I tasted his bloody body part.

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And everything turn to the worst after that.

So much killing.

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So so much killing.

I killed him.

My father.

And then them, I don't know who were those people but i killed them.

We killed them.

I still didn't felt any thing though.

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Even when I was surrounded by blood and voices.

Some begging me for mercy.

Some hated me and want my blood.

They were all talking to me.

Thier voice were always so terrible. Filled with fear, anger, sadness and sorrow.

Yet I killed them.

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Kill them or be killed.

That was the rules I live by in this world.

But,

I was so tired now.

Numb, was all that I feel.

I didn't felt like I have the need to fight any longer.

I don't want to fight any longer.

So I closed my eyes and let all go.

And then I was awoken.

For the first time in a long while I could see the light again.

And then I saw her, the girl whom smelled like fresh air and mint.

The girl who brought warmth.

"You aren't real." I simply stated.

"Why do you say that?" Her soft voice questioned me.

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"Because you felt real"