Chapter 92

Chapter 92
Chapter 92
Sofia Bliss
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
My vision… was distorted. Too sensitive.
The world felt alive, aggressive, and far too dangerous around me.
Even the breeze, which I once thought soft and refreshing, now seemed to hide something.
The noises — someone closing a door far away, a car tire sliding over asphalt — everything exploded inside my head.
Even the smells…
It was terrifying.
I could smell everything.
As if each scent had become something too intense, forcing its way into my lungs.
Something was deeply wrong with me.
Or… deeply right, in a horrible, unknown, threatening way.
And along with all of it, there was that feeling.
That thing.
That presence inside my chest.

For a moment, I really thought I had actually... gone mad.

Well, after everything I had been through, I finally seemed to be crazy, insane.
My whole life had completely fallen apart... right before my eyes. Now I was standing there, looking at the pieces scattered across the table, wondering how I could put them back together again.
And the worst part?
I felt as if the whole world was watching me from a distance.

Watching me.
As if every person on the street was a shadow standing behind a tree, a wolf hidden in the dark, drooling, just waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
It had me on edge.
Too alert.
I wasn’t going to fall.
Not this time.
Because for the first time since my life collapsed…
I felt something inside me more dangerous than all of it.
More dangerous than anyone’s gaze.
More dangerous than losing my father, my mother, my cousin.
That thing inside me…
Filled the hole that had opened in my chest.
The hole that bled when my mother died, when my cousin disappeared.
The hole that became a bottomless pit when my aunt said my father had vanished.
That darkness inside me, that voice… filled everything.
After that reflection — after seeing that wolf staring straight into my soul, whispering for me to wake up.
After hearing my aunt crying on the phone until she hung up.
And then… the silence.
I finally understood.
That was the end.
I had nothing left.
Nothing.
But instead of collapsing, instead of dying right there — crushed by that deep, suffocating pain — something rose from inside me, as if it had been sitting in the darkness of my soul its entire life.
And it whispered:
Get up.
And make the others kneel.
And I stood.
Not with my legs.
When I got up from the floor, it felt like I had risen on someone else’s limbs.
I went down the stairs holding my phone, trembling, still hearing that echo inside my head, inside my chest.
I needed to leave the house.
I needed to find my father.
I had to find Letícia.
But the employees tried to stop me.
Tried to block the door.
“The master won’t like it if you leave…”
“It’s better to wait for him…”
“You need to wait…”
And even when I said I had to find my father, they stayed in front of me.
Then that thing inside me growled.
I heard it.
They heard it.
It was like the air vibrated, like they felt it in their skin, inside their bones.
The guards stepped back. Then another step.
And then, with fear stamped across their faces, they simply moved aside.
They opened the door.
I walked past them as if it was inevitable.
As if something was guiding me, something no one could stop.
When I stepped outside, my legs trembled.
Only then did I realize how scared I was.
Scared of myself.
Scared of what had come out of me — or not exactly from my mouth.
I placed a hand on my chest and tried to breathe.
That… what was happening to me?
I had no answer.
So I did the only thing my brain managed to process:
I called a taxi.
And he arrived quickly.
I threw myself inside it and gave the address of the clinic.
The ride was one of the worst things I had ever experienced.
Every smell entering through the window almost drove me insane.
The driver’s cologne.
The scent of fried chicken coming from some corner.
Even the gasoline, the metal, the damp earth miles away.
Did I… finally lose it? I thought, covering my nose with my hand, and I stayed like that until we arrived.
When the car stopped in front of the clinic, I felt it.
My aunt’s scent.
There was no way my brain was making this up, right?
I knew what her scent was — I was sure.
That was the perfume she had used since I was a child — soft floral, and light, with something sweet and citrusy.
Even inside the car.
Even from far away.
I clung to the seat, trying not to throw up with all of it.
It was like all those scents echoed — yes, echoed — inside my head.
I paid the driver and almost ran out.
But the moment my feet touched the ground outside the clinic, it came back.
That whisper.
That voice.
“Careful.”
I froze, looking around in panic.
Searching for someone, anyone who might’ve heard it too.
But no — it was just me.
I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking as I pressed the clinic’s intercom.
And then, as if they already knew it was me, the doors opened automatically.
That sense of danger kept circling me.
But I wasn’t going to stand there.
I thought about my father.
How tired his face was when I visited him.
We hadn’t even talked — and now he was gone.
No.
I clenched my fists, determined.
I wasn’t going to accept that.
Because no matter if I was going insane, hearing voices, or turning into a monster—
I would find him.
I would find Letícia.
Even if I had to tear the entire city apart or bring the world to its knees.
Yes.
That thing inside me roared in agreement.
And in that moment…
I realized that, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t alone inside myself.
I never had been.