Some people in life will bring nightmares that you do not deserve. You will want to hurt them, but you will have to be the bigger person by letting the hurt go. Not for them, but for you. You deserve to feel free. The pain they brought you should be used as fuel to keep you going. The hurt they caused you should be your motivation to keep pushing. You deserve the world, and their shit should never hold you back.

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DIEGO'S POV.

I walk out of the elevator, feeling anxious. I have not seen the two people in five years, and the last time I saw them they said shit to me.

The memories feel fresh. The beatings, the burns, the cursing, and the trauma they caused me feels so fresh. It feels like it happened yesterday.

The scars that they put on my body are a reminder of what they did to me. Some have faded, while some look so new and fresh.

I get depressed whenever I see the scars. The scars remind me that the people that helped bring me into the world, are the cause of my pain. And the two people made sure that I felt the pain, both physically and mentally.

The scars are just a reminder, but the mental damage they caused is a different story.

Depression is like a disease, it will stick with you, and it will make sure that it destroys you. I used to try telling myself that I am worthy, intelligent, and imperfectly perfect. I told myself that I deserve the world.

But the small voice I usually hear mocked me, reminding me that I am nothing more than a failure.

I tried to be kind to myself, and I believed it at first. But then I was reminded that my own parents were never kind to me. I would stand in front of the mirror, smiling to myself, trying to show myself that I am happy, and it did help me a bit.

But it did not last. My smiles started becoming forced, and fake. My eyes were lifeless, like my dark soul.

I would sit, and think of my life, and I would end up with tears in my eyes. My head would always tell me things I did not want to believe, which never worked. I had to accept that I am broken.

I guess it is true; an idle mind is the devil's workshop.

I walk into the hallway that leads to the dungeon, with my eyes looking looking at the big door. I catch sight of Hunter and Siara before I could enter the dungon, which gives me mixed emotions. I wonder why she is here, she is not suppose to see the bad things I do. I do not want to scare her.

I do not want her to be scared of me.

My legs carry me towards them, my hands clenched at the side. Hunter and Siara stop talking when they see me; a smile comes on Hunter's face, while Siara looks nervous. I want to tell her to not be scared, I want to tell her that I will protect her, even if I end up getting hurt in the process.

"What is she doing here?" I ask, looking at Hunter, who rolls his eyes at me. Fucker never takes me serious.

"Because she wanted to be here," He replies. "And she is also going to be writing what happens, and I made her sign a contract when she got here, whatever she sees in here will remain here. We will sue her, or end her if she does anything stupid." He says, looking at her.

Siara rolls her eyes at him instead, her hands clenching onto the backpack she always has with her.

"Fuck off." She states. It seems like the nervousness is now forgotten, or maybe she just acts like this with Hunter.

Hunter does not say anything though, he walks off instead, leaving Siara and I alone.

"You know that I am no saint," I begin. "I do not want you to be scared of me. I am afraid that you will have more reasons to leave me after you see the evil that lies within my broken soul." I continue, looking into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"I know that I can't change your mind, and I also know that I will never hurt you. You might not believe me, but I value you, and lo-like you a lot." I state, hoping that she believes me.

Siara offers me a small shy smile, making me feel things I have never felt before.

"I know that you won't hurt me," She says, her eyes showing honestly. "I know that you are no saint, and same goes for me. I can not judge you, knowing that I am not different. I might be a future lawyer, but believe me when I tell you that I won't tell anyone anything that I see here. The feelings I have for you will not allow me to betray you."

My heart beat picks up when I hear the words, happy to know that she will not hurt me.

"The two villains are up.... Stop with all that lovey dovey stuff... We need to get answers, and you guys are making me realize that my love life is shit; which is something that I do not want to dwell on."

I roll my eyes this time, knowing that he will start complaining to me later on. It will be a long ass day for me.

"Shall we?" I ask Siara, who nods at me smiling.

Siara, Hunter, and I walk inside the torture room, a place that holds many secrets, and blood.

Guards are lined up all over the place, all of them look scared when they see me. And I can tell that they did not expect me to come here today. I do not like hurting people, but when I do, it is never good.

I can tell that Siara is getting scared, but I do not turn to check on her, because my eyes are on the two people in front of me.

Anna and Ken are tied up infront of me, looking helpless and defeated as they look around the room. I can tell that they are becoming sober, they are becoming more conscious. I guess the drugs worked perfectly.

It takes a while, but they finally notice me. I can tell that they have mixed emotions, but two emotions stand out most. Hatred and fear are present in their eyes. And I can not help but feel happy when I see the fear; I am happy that they feel the same way I felt years ago.

"Hey Ken... Hey Anna," I say, smiling at them. "Did you guys miss me?" I find myself asking, wanting to know what their answers will be.

And just like I expected, they look disgusted, rolling their eyes at me.

"Why would we miss a swine like you?" Anna asks, looking at me from head to toe.

"What are you een doing out of prison, devil's child?" Ken asks, looking at me with hatred.

I find myself rolling my eyes, catching sight of the knives that are lined up behind them.

I find myself smirking, my legs carrying me towards the knives. I grab two of my favorites, both of them sharp.

"I came back to see you," I state walking to stand infront of them. I can see the fear in their eyes when they see what is in my hands. Happiness fills my heart. I finally have the upper hand with the two.

"I always thought about you guys when I was in prison," I state looking at them intensely. I scoff when I see them swallow, swinging in the air, their hands tied to the ceiling, making them look like dolls.

"The memories that you made in my head are very present; I can still remember the words that you said to me all those years ago." I state nodding at my guards who move to untie the two from the ceiling.

The guards pull them down, taking them to the chairs that all my victims sit on. I turn back, and I find that Hunter and Siara are looking at the scene.

Hunter looks relaxed while Siara is shaking with fear, a pen and book in her hand. I whisper the words "do not be afraid" to her, to which she nods, offering me a small tiny smile.

I look back to my birth givers after I see Siara relax, offering them a small smile. They are tied to the chairs, and I can tell that they are scared. Their helplessness is joy to me, and I know that they know that today is a day of revenge.

"Let the fun begin!" I state walking towards them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.