Chapter 6

It has been 9 years, yet it always felt like it was yesterday.

As I walked towards this old abandoned warehouse, rain pattered against the cold pavement, soaking through the tattered hoodie clinging to my back. The dim light from the moon flickers in the puddles at my feet, casting a white glow from this muddy route. As I slowly got closer to the door, I picked up an old pipe, opened the door, dragging the pipe making an odd yet annoying creaking sounds

Nine years.

Nine years since that night. Since the world I knew twisted into something unrecognizable.

A familiar voice echoed just in the corner, screaming "Help, somebody please untie me, I promise I'll give you everything that you need. Please just don't hurt me" a crooked, muffled voice said, ugh, what a noisy old. As I got closer and closer, I saw him the man who orchestrated the death of my Aunt, nine years ago, he was blindfloded and tightly tied, his veins slowly turning blue, his reddened face covered with bruises. As I got closer to him while dragging the old pipe, he was clearly panicking, his sweat were dripping fastly, while I got closer to his ears and whispered, "A home. A name that meant something. Now, all I have are memories that won't let me go and shadows that move when they shouldn't." I said in a cold monotone voice.

"A home, yes, I can g-give you o-one, just p-please u-unhand me o-once, I-I'll give i-it t-to you t-this ins-instant!" He said shakingly with pride.

"It's been nine years. You didn't think we forgot about you, did you?" I replied while teasingly softly blowing his ears, causing him shivers down to his spine.

"P-PLEASE I-I-I DON'T KNOW W-WHAT Y-YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, P-PLEASE LET M-M-ME G-G-GO" he was screaming terrifying, shaking from his chair. He was clearly having a panic attack, too bad, I don't feel sorry for him.

I laughed maniacally, while he was squirming around his chair, begging for his life, "Now how do you feel, begging for your life, you must pay for what you did, pig" anger and vengeful emotions were now surrounding my thoughts, I immediately grabbed my pocket knife and teared off his shirt.

I started stabbing and formed a straight deep line onto his stomach, and started writing bit by bit, letter for letter, I planned on putting these phrase "I am a useless, greedy pig".

He screamed, but I didn't care, those were music to my ears, as I continue to scribble on his stomach, his dirty blood was covering my face. As I finished my artwork, this would definitely leave a big scar. I giggled, while, he was crying and begging for forgiveness.

This f*cking pig isn't even an ounce guilty for what he did.

As I cleaned myself up, he started mumbling maniacally "I remember you now, I-I may not see y-you, but I-I know y-you're that prostitute's niece" he laughed loudly, that I got so pissed off.

I, immediately get my gun and placed it on his head.

"GO AHEAD SHOOT ME YOU B*TCH, DESPITE EVERY TORTURE YOU'LL DO TO ME, YOU WILL NEVER GET THE JUSTICE YOU WANT" he said maniacally, pushing his head towards the gun, smiling widely, I can clearly see his eyes widely looking towards the gun.

"I know everything about you Renia, HAHAHAHAHA, die, you little pathetic b*tch, no matter what you'll do, YOU WILL NEVER FIND OUT THE TRUTH" he continued, opening his mouth widely, showing his scarred tongue. It looked like a symbol, something that looked so familiar, something that I have once seen before.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound was ringing in my ears, I dropped my gun and covered it immediately. Shaking my head back and forth, I felt dizzy, everything was a haze, I suddenly fell to the ground, slowly passing out. Faintly hearing this pig's annoying laugh.

But before I could close my eyes, I vaguely saw a figure of a man, pointing his gun at the pig's back, and shoot him immediately.

As I tried to reach out my hand, everything went black.