the funeral is Monday. I pluck up slight courage to go- she is my daughter I need to go depressed or not. I have to. The church towers over me like the green devil that caused this tragedy. I walk up to the coffin knowing the innocent girl I created with her unloving mother was inside. It killed me, gnawed at me.
After the burial we all go to the pub and drink off our misery- just want we need a depressed drunk man. People approach me constantly apologizing for her death- it's not their fault, why apologize?
Then Thomas, Natasha's boyfriend- well ex, walked towards me...
"I need to talk to you, it's important"
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Recovery
Mystery / ThrillerI wallow in my own depression, waste away in despair. LIFE ISN'T GREAT
