13- NEVER: DO I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF KILLING HIM?

CHAPTER 12

ETHAN'S POV

I stare at my feet as I walk to God knows where with my hands in my pocket. Scratching the weak fabric on the inside.

Something in me is burning and I want to stop it before I get consumed.

I should not be feeling this way. I should not be letting my emotions get the best of me. I should be in my room, locked up and letting the demons of my memories choke me till I am completely dead and I do not have the opportunity to return to life.

The fire is too much inside me that I cannot take it anymore.

I search for a pain relief capsule in my pocket and when I find it, I take it out. Puncture a tiny hole in it and suck the content up.

Out of impulse, I shake my head and let the fluid do its job.

More of this, and I'd probably be dead before the apocalypse.