I have forgotten the madness of my father...,or have I?
Visions of an injured Snowball followed her. Troubled images of her father killing innocent people haunted her...But he was always there. He was always there to comfort her. Even in the darkest of times she always woke up to his soothing voice caressing her made her life worth living.
It had been twelve years since the incident. Even though it was in the past Aya was never the same again. It had been twelve years since Aya had acknowledged her father's crazy ambitions. Assuming he was dead she continued to live her life without acknowledging his existence... But she had Dio. Dio always stood by her. He had faced worse...but he stood strong. For Aya. His scar was getting better now. It seemed that Aya was as good of a healer as Maria...And Maria? He killed her. After Dio had partially burned down the house he found Maria's diary. Maria and my father had known about the curse. They had planned on what to do if there was a glitch in the original plan. If my father died...then Maria was to continue his experiments. Maria was to convince me that it was okay to kill people. After me and Maria had come away and started a new life she began drugging me into doing what she wanted. I resisted at first...but the drug...it was so strong. Then Dio found me. Dio...if it wasn't for him...
I don't exactly remember what happened but I was heavily drugged that day...I fell asleep...
I tried to ask Dio... but he refuses to talk about it. I don't push him. After I realised that Dio killed Maria we started exploring the house. It was my father's obsession all over again. Jars of dismantled parts of bodies...corpses...
We cleaned it all out...buried the people. I had done it all. For a year I had become the monster my father was. I had become the monster my mother wanted to protect me from. If it wasn't for Dio... But now we have moved on or so Dio says. We have started an actual clinic to treat people...to treat people who have been sick but have no money to afford treatment...I believe that if I do a certain amount of rights my fathers wrongs will be forgiven. I have moved on is what I tell myself every night...
But then every morning after a series of nightmares I question myself
Have I?
