“No the very thought of him makes my skin crawl…I hope he is suffering in Hell if there is such a place” Clearly by those words he hadn’t forgave his father, in truth it only seemed to fester in time. His anger was a cancer and it was consuming him “But I wish I had his knowledge” He exhaled a sigh peering down at his hands that now shook with rage but he drew them closed into fists and buried his face against his knees “I’m a fool to think I could have some kind of normalcy…I will never have a life with another….never have a family of my own….never be free of the hunger and the rage! How can death not be a blessing?” Idly he drew his finger along his wrist, managing to cut it open but it swiftly healed so he did it again and again.