The girl with pink hair *old version*

Chapter 18

I burned down my house.

My mother died from cancer a couple of months ago,

She didn't deal with it sooner and it traveled all over and killed her before she woke up.

I didn't throw her a funeral.

I just cremated her and put the ashes on my fathers grave.

They deserved a better son.

Lilian deserved a better brother.

I bought another house, on the other side of town.

I did a funeral for Delilah.

I didn't cry.

I watched her parents cry.

They asked me how,

I said she ran away the week before her body was found.

I told them we had a fight.

I lied.

I don't care.

I spoke about her

About how she tried to help me.

I lied.

I told everyone I loved her.

But I can't love her.

I hurt her.

I can't hurt people I loved.

Unlike you.

You hurt me.

With your pink hair and brown eyes, you hurt me.

And I hurt Delilah.

I hurt her to the point where she died.

I killed my child.

I was fucked up.

I am fucked up.

I'm sorry Delilah.

But then again I'm not.

You deserved it.