#Chapter 67 Pain is worth it for them

Dylan Agony and blood. I could feel nothing else—I could see nothing else. It was like circling in my own hell over and over while hands and pliers poked at me until I tried to throw them across the room. Then I was held down even at my weakest. They couldn’t control me— I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear anything—all I could do was feel it all happening to me. Not even sleep would relieve me of that. I wondered if it was because I deserved it. I deserved to feel every ounce of hurt for all I had done in my life. Hadn’t I made up for all the wrongs I ever did? Everyone lived with their own bundle of wrongs—was this my final price for those mistakes? My mind fell away from me and came back more confused each time I tried to remember something. I don’t know why I felt so much pain, but at the same time I remembered all of it as if it was happening in that moment. Eventually, I went in and out of consciousness and that shifted the way I thought. The brief glimpses of light were no