What do you do when the person you made fun of for years, stepped in front of death to save you?

The torture you put them though, and the lie on their face you see as days go by. Their smile of pure innocents and the love for others, that's only in fairy tales, being shown everyday.

The humiliation, emotional and mental stress you put on them. The tears on their face that make you laugh so hard, you can't breathe. Their screams echoing though your ears that once made you happy, tiers you apart, haunt you day and night

How are you suppose to feel when you're standing on their grave, the every ground you tried to buried them alive just a year ago? They didn't do anything and they died, they died by caring for someone so only harmed them. The person who desired the knife in their back is alive without a scratch.

Why would somebody do that?

For every story there is a beginning and maybe the horror flashbacks will give me that answer.