Amaya pov
Amaya return to her home, she run in a surge, and close her door, she stared at her hands, she yearned to cut them off, her mind jogs with the relic of what happened and what her hands did? She was reaping satiety from herself. Her eyes serve burning red, and tears filled all over of them, she folded her hands in fists, she find nothing but see a wall in front of her, she hit her fist on the hard concrete wall, as hard as she can, and then she commences to do this one after one, she hit the wall with her small fist. Her hands become ruddy and painful bruises around her knuckles. But she didn't stop there, she slam it harder, and gain more pain, she was not in her senses, but the abhorrence which she was feeling is making her do this, whenever something disgusting happened to he
