I considered myself as dead ever since that day. And the damned days followed since it started. My being slowly murdered days. I have been a ghost since long.
But this past of mine. I should just keep to my self from now on and surrender. Maybe everything is going to be alright. What is there more left that can hurt the dead?
But my bitterness, as Rachel had in Ramah. No one shall comfort me. No one.
