Breaking Point

I could stand everything. The torture, the pain, the fires, the people - everything. As much as it hurt, as much as it burned, I could stand it.

But everything has a breaking point. A point where it just snaps. Just like how I snapped, after I had lost everything that had ever mattered to me and was betrayed by the one person I thought would stand by my side through it all.

My name is Atlas, and this is my story of when I finally reached my breaking point.