Writting Prompt inspired stories.

The only thing worst than burying your child is digging them back up...

20 minutes prior...

I knew what I was doing was wrong. Leah made me promise, swear, that I'd make peace when she was gone... And I tried... But now with everything going on in this dystopian world... We need her. At only seventeen she was a key member of my team at the lab, sometimes I wondered if she was better than I.... And then the accident happened... The test was suppose to go simple... Time travel, we theorized it for centuries as a species and I thought we had created the portal of gods... Alas, there was an issue and Leah came back ill. She explained that we could not play with fates that were up to the gods, she said the illness was incurable in our time and this was the price we had to pay for our foolish thoughts. After a little over a week my little girl died. I became engrossed with my work. You'd think that a wake up call as big as the one I had would have made me abolish the time travel project.. Contrary, it made me obsessed to find out the failure in my work. Countless times I reworked my figures and continued to theorize unhealthily. We had lost Leah's mother when she was younger to leukemia and I had raised her as a single parent. Now that they were both gone I had nobody to care for, its not like I could bring them back...

 Or could I?  

And that is how I found myself grave digging at midnight. I had experimented on insects and animals at first, killing them and resurrecting them after moments, then I prolonged their death period to weeks, even months. I never planned on using it though, it was just a way I had comforted myself and keep my mind occupied... Then we had complications and the world fell into a chaos which I could not ignore in my own universe as I always did. I tried, but I couldn't fix things by myself, I needed her. I wasn't positive if I could resurrect such a complicated specimen as a human but what did I have to lose?  As I pulled the casket out of the ground I hesitated. All the sadness and guilt began to quickly consume me. I shouldn't be doing this, reasoned my humane fatherly thoughts. I require her assistance, parred my scientific need. I decided to quickly do it before I found myself regretting the idea and walked away from what could be my only chance. 

It was at that moment where it hit me that the only thing worst than burying your child 

 is digging them back up.