071: "Come On, Enzo, Get Your Head Together And Take Your Pills!"

(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW)

The more I looked at the pills in my hand, the more I wanted to listen to the voices in my head telling me to throw them out on the balcony I was on.

My hands began to tremble a little, the voice in my head grew louder, and the memory flashes became more intense with each minute that went by without me taking the pills.

I held onto the balcony railing as my wrist veins began to show, my breathing became slightly labored, and I noticed sweat dripping from my forehead.

I took a breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the surroundings had changed, and I had returned to the scene of my mother's death.

I saw how the bastard smashed the bottle on her head and how she fell to the ground, a teardrop rolling down the corner of her eyes, mixing with the blood on the floor as she stared directly at me.

Her eyes screamed for help, but by the time I reached out, it was too late; she was gone, and I was still unable to save her.

I watched as the bastard laughed