By Friday you were doing better. You could breathe, you could see, everything was better again. Except for one thing, but you tried to get that out of your mind. Then you slept. You dreamed. "What the HELL is this?!" He yelled, grabbing your arms, looking at your wrists. His gaze piercing your heart. "I-I-sorry..." You said in a distant voice. "SORRY? God, SORRY? That's all you have to say?! WHAT ABOUT THESE SCARS?! THEIR FOREVER HAILEY, FOREVER!" His anger made you sad. It made you fear, he didn't understand. Why? I never meant to hurt him. It's just sometimes, when I think about what happened to dad, what happened to dad...he's gone, he doesn't love me! He left! He HATES me! He began to cry. He grabbed your hand and with a soft, deep voice, he said "please, just please tell me why your doing this." Your voice was small. Your tears flowed down your cheeks. "Mother. Father." He doesn't understand, why even try? "Mother!" He had a sorta fake laugh, "mother, aha ha ha. What has she ever done to you? She gives you a perfect life." His words confused you. "Oh. Yes. Sorry, never meant to upset you. I guess I was just, nonsense, never mind." Then Cameron spoke. "I'm telling mother. She won't like this." Those words, stayed in your head, haunting you as you woke up. What happened to father. What were they hiding. Why had he left?
