
I was raised in silence and survival. I witnessed my mother fade into pain and learned that monsters sometimes were familiar faces. It was the end of my innocence and the beginning of becoming someone the World feared. Standing between guilt and justice, asking myself questions that echoed louder than answers, questions I was not prepared for: -Was I wrong for striking back? -Is darkness still evil when it answers cruelty? -Do I owe anyone love in return? -Must I grieve for those who never grieved for me? My story doesn't ask for forgiveness. It asks for understanding.Tous Droits Réservés
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