Chapter 91

• “You're very annoying, why are you acting like a 4 year old?”
• “Why are you acting like my dead grandma?” he counters, making me break the pace of my stride. I shake my head, and he goes on talking. I listen to him tell me about how I murdered more than fifty people mercilessly and thats when it hits me, I actually killed me.
• I have invariably been against turmoil of any form but now I'm practising it in its worst form. I have become everything I hate and there's no going back now. A lamp grows in my throat and I swallow it, unable to cry again, I won't cry ever.