The week went by quickly. It had a few glares from Kaitlin here and there, but no real issues.
I woke up early, got dressed, but I didn't eat. I just left. The place I go to doesn't help with sorrow, but it helps with lonesome.
I race down the path, with my hood on. It's drizzling. Then I reach my destination.
I get down on my knees. I place the rose next to the tombstone right under the words "Beloved Father" I take my hood off.
"Papa I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to die. It was me who was destined to die. But why you? Why you?"
----moment of silence ----------
I got up and wiped my face.
"But don't worry. Whoever did this will pay for it all. I will avenge you..... Papa. "
I turn and put on my hood. I walk silently down the path. Straight home and straight to bed. In hope to never awake.
