Alexander
I was sitting staring at my mother’s corps hanging on the wall when I felt the first swipe of pain across my chest and I knew she was in trouble. I started screaming her name, hoping she would hear me, but knowing she can’t. I wished there was a way I could borrow her my strength, I wish I could be there with her, to protect her. Even if I could get out of this hell hole, I wouldn’t be able to get to her in time. I have never felt so hopeless and scared, feeling every slice as if I am the one being clawed apart. I know I will put an end to the person that is doing this to her, I will burn the world to ash and dust to avenge her. When I stopped feeling her pain, I panicked. I shook the bars of my cell to hard that dust started to fall from the roof of the cell. It felt like ho
