7

My body is in a considerable deal of pain. My seat is covered in bruises and scratches, and my thighs are paralyzed and appear to be on the verge of being cut as a result of the discomfort.

I'm not sure when I'll be able to escape myself from everything he subjects me to.

I'm very perplexed as to why this is occurring to me. The fact that I have already been laid to rest does not change the fact that I have been a good kid to my parents.

Things, on the other hand, have changed. When I think about it, I feel like I'm carrying all of the world's angst. I refuse to be bitter about how I'm feeling whenever I recall the moment he pushed my entire being to the limit.

Someone entered after I appeared to be sleeping because I heard the doorknob turn in the middle of the night when I was awakened by footsteps. On the other hand, I have no idea who they are.

I haven't been able to sleep as a result of his teasing and mocking of me.

"What the hell is this, Remon?" asks the narrator. I have no id