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p in this nightmare? Why is Sebastian branding my father as a traitor?" T

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ghost drifting through life without purpose. And to make matters worse, I've always been bul

e thought about it all countless times, succumb

ape from this prison of fear a

inside me refu

darkness. So I put on a mask, a fake smil

strong, but deep down, I'm d

hildhood, when happiness was a

but we had a roof over our

s tell me "Dad loves you, he's just busy with work. Okay?" and I will nod my

that fateful night, it still linger

n. I had begged my mum to let me go out with my friends, and she had re

g to waste time on dessert. But she had in

my way. We wouldn't have gone out that night, we wouldn't have been o

ht has left a scar t

dering what would have happened if I had just listened to

nent stare. The sound of her final breath still echoes in my mi

see my dad once or twice in a year, and hi

mom, for not being able to protect her. Bu

day lingered, a constant

y. The sound of sirens, the smell of hospital disinfec

mom, she was my everything, my rock

had always made me

older, the pain never faded. It only evolved i

ht of my world crushing down on me, I couldn't hel

s to speak of, and my dad, h

d to make ends meet, working multiple jobs to put food on the table and make me happy. It w

herself to sleep feeling lonely and sa

the way she had always smiled,

ty chairs and the silent, uno

ys been absent was

ne. And I was left to face the

f my mom, my world was shatt

fe faded to a dull gray, and the

erms with the loss and f

a part of me died with her, leaving me wit

and I've been stuck in a never endi

ious laughter and her warm embraces are forever e

numbness, growing through the motions of

to let anyone in, fearing they wo

tant memory, a fleeting fe

ged and I'm left to pick up t