Chapter 60 Witness X
Witness X
Can anyone really change? That’s the ultimate question, isn’t it? Is anyone capable of becoming a better person?
What even is “a better person”? Better than what?
I used to think I’d know it when I saw it, or sense when it happened—a warm glow on my skin indicating I was somehow healed, somehow better.
But it didn’t work like that. If anything, everything just became messier.
I’ve lost count of the many versions of myself I’ve shown people over the years. Each one was a new attempt at survival.
A liar. A manipulator. A predator.
For so many years I’ve blamed the person who made me this way, but while I continue to do that, how can I become a better person? I’ve carried that shame and guilt and rage and terror for so long now, it’s worn me down.
Yes, I’ve done terrible things, but I’ve also done good things. Does that make me a hero or a villain? Guilty or not guilty?
I think, perhaps, it just makes me human.