The Haunted by Shadows

DEL MORINO.

I was having trouble breathing. The dream clung to me like thick oppressive smoke.

Mother's voice, pleading with me to live, sacrificing herself for me, the screams of those who tried to protect us had filled my ears all these years and my mother's face was still etched in my memory.

It's been years ago but since that day I could still feel the anger of having that scar on my left eye.

It hurt me that I had lost the only person who cared for me.

My shaky ...