Chapter Twenty Six

Amelia

I was watching myself hold my father, but i didn't look like myself it looked like i was starring at a different person, my father was bleeding and choking and the noise around me was muffled or maybe it was gone but it didn't look like there was any to begin with. He was bleeding so much and I wanted to stop i really did but i felt like it wasn't me hurting him, honestly i didn't care if i hurt him more, i lost my youth, my home, my pack, my mom not just one but both of them why shouldn't i hurt him the way he hurt me? Why shouldn't i make him bleed the way Mary did?