I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of person. I wanted to save the world, or at least leave my stamp behind. In my own naïve way I thought I could bribe karma but life has a way of teaching us lessons.
I never knew how selfish I was until my life got ripped away from me.
I’m forced to watch as they torture and kill my family … and I know I’m next.
I hear their screams.
I watch them die.
It’s the worst kind of torture
Then he comes. He made a promise to my brother. It’s the only thing keeping him bound to me.
A promise to protect me.
I should set him free of the promise … but I don’t. He’s my shield against karma. He’s my protector.
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Have you ever seen a bomb detonate? Just after the explosion, there’s this hissing silence and then chaos follows - rubble, destruction and so much pain and sorrow.
Right now, it’s as if that scenario is being played in reverse.
It’s a terrifying chaos as that man goes to stand in front of Dad. Dad’s still unconscious. He can’t even do anything to defend himself.
Life seems to be returning to my body in flashes. First, I start to yank at the chain. Then my mouth opens in a horrifying, silent scream.
The man grabs a fistful of Dad’s hair, shoves his head back, and then I watch as he presses the blade to Dad’s neck.
A violent pain blossoms in my chest and it threatens to bring the walls down around me. I watch as blood starts to trickle down Dad’s neck and then the man shoves the blade deeper.
I start to scream as hysteria hits me in waves. Part of me is caught in a nightmare-like state, refusing to believe that this is actually happening right now.
The man just walks away after slicing Dad’s neck open. My eyes are glued to my father’s blood flowing from the wound. The hysteria rages inside of me until I’m swept away in a maddening mania.
I can’t think clearly anymore.
I can’t process what I’m seeing.
All I can do is weep, scream, and yank at the unforgiving chain around my neck.
This - whatever this sick and twisted situation is - cannot be happening.
This is not real … this is not real … this is not real.
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