Hell Hole

I lied. I told them it had been a long day and I just want to go to bed. It has been a long day. I am in pain in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

What do they expect me to do? Why are they doing this to me, what do they want? If I can’t go back with my parent’s, if I can’t live the life I once had, what is the point of torturing me in this way? These are supposed to be the good guys. This reunion has resolved nothing for me. I don’t know what they hoped to accomplish from this. If it was to encourage me toward some future hope, that too is no good. Without the past to draw from I cannot imagine my future with them. If it was to comfort and reassure me that too has failed.

All I feel is anger mixed with confusion. I hate them all! I am just a tool to them, all of them, no matter whose side they are on. Is that my fate?
They tell me it’s gonna be okay. Warlike has lost his advantage. The game is ours now. With my parents safe I can go back, without fear and together we can get him. All this team talk of their’s, its bullshit. Do they really think that after I hand them his head on a platter that somehow I can then go “home?” I don’t even know those people, why would I want to be with them. In a strange way they are asking me to hand over the only family I can recall. If anything I should be running to Warlike and his merry band of mercenaries. Everyone wants to use me, at least he pays.