~Charles~

I sat in my room, staring blankly into space. I was yet to comprehend what the hell was wrong with me.

I raised my hand and looked at them again. Although I had washed the blood stains off them, I could still see them boldly.

A part of me hated myself and regretted it awfully, and another part of me kept telling me it was nothing, and that I had to do it. There was a conflict going on within me, that I barely understood.

Heaving a loud sigh, I stood up ...