Monsters

I was crying that night, and people were watching, I can imagine who were those people. I forget nothing. I don’t think they are normal people; they are creatures that feed on blood and terrifies at the sight of their own blood. Cowards, who doesn’t have the spine to talk face to face, who enjoys stabbing from behind, good for nothing monsters. What would have cost them to talk first and then making a threat and finally doing it, because they don’t have the guts in them, they don’t have the balls to do that. What they had done is nothing short of cowardice, a win without honor, it can be done by anyone, but men won’t do that. Cowards!