[This chapter is still in Simon's perspective.]
[Disclaimer: This chapter contains gore and murder that may be uncomfortable for some readers.]
My mother only smiled, "Mother specifically wanted Uncle to watch over you. Do not be so ungrateful. You should be thanking me for always looking out for you."
I tightened my fists.
Thank her?
Because of her I was forced into the army! Because of her I was fighting for my life every day! Because of her I was doomed to be tortured until I eventually died!
I clasped my hand around the hilt of my sword. I pulled it out and charged at her screaming wildly. I began to stab and slash at her. I did not even blink or hesitate as her blood splattered tainting my clothes and dirtying my face.
I continued to yell enraged, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
