As I sat on my couch looking out the the field of wheat, I couldn't help but think about her and how I lost her. She was 9 at the time she died, i blamed myself completely. I wasn't watching her correctly she was hit by a train, but I don't think she's dead. She was my only daughter, but we also had 2 sons. "Do you think she's dead" a interviewer asks. "No I don't, but that's not what you want me to say."
The interviewer looked very confused. "I.."
I cut him off. "You guys want me to say she's in a better place, and yes, anything is better then where we are right now.. but I don't believe she's dead, and I don't want to." I walked out of the room and walked to my car. Reports where chasing me begging for me to answer their question, but I didn't, I ignored everything that they where saying and just focused to get to my car. They wouldn't leave me alone. So finally I answered one of their questions. "SIR! Did you kill your daughter?" The reporter asked me. I as soon as I heard those words I got out of the car and punched the reporter in the face. Guards rushed towards me holding me back so I wouldn't do what I was capable of to the reporter. "DON'T YOU EVER ASK ME THAT QUESTION AGAIN!" I yelled. "No, I didn't kill my daughter and would never EVER think of it." I said calming down. The guards put me back in my car and I drove off. I got home to my wife and two sons. "I have two sons and a happy wife." I thought to myself. I did it anyway.. I tied the rope to the sealing and made a hole where my head could fit.
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The man with a broken heart
Random*TRIGGER WARNING* If you are sensitive to suicide/suicide attempts please do not read any further. This story is about a man who lost his only daughter and is getting blamed for it. The man can't take it anymore and attempts the unspeakable.
