It was all my fault. Everyone tells me that it wasnt, but i know it was. The blood of my father stains my hands. I killed him, i was only five but even then, as soon as i got the news, i knew i was to blame...

it was a friday morning and i was walking the short distance to school. i was standing at the empty street corner waiting for the light to turn green so i could cross when this huge SUV came speeding down the road. the car tried to turn into the road next to me but made to wide of a turn and crashed right into me. It sent me tumbling over the hood, window, and roof and flying into the lightpole across the street. the last thing i remember is someone screaming and so much pain. When i woke up i was in a hospital bed with wires taped to me and needles stuck in me. I looked down at my hand to see mommy hold ing on of them and daddy holding the other. i very softly squeezed their hands, "mommy...daddy...?" my voice was a harsh whisper but they heard it and they sat up quickly and hugged me gently. mommy burst into tears two minutes later and daddy started explaining what had happened to me and how bad id been hurt. i had gained a broken arm,fractured wrist, 5 broken ribs, both legs were broken, and i had a small fracture in my skull. it would take a while to recover but id be just fine. A month later something had happened with my pain meds and i was held in icu for alot longer but this time it was worse. that morning daddy came in to visit me since uncle soap had called him in to work for some time sine they had to talk about something. daddy pulled mommy aside to tell her quietly where i wouldnt hear but he failed. i heard bits a peices of his words since hed get a little louder then softer and spots, what i could gather was that uncle soap was sending him out of the country on a mission and his job depended on his accepting this mission. "i cant - julia - hospital..." mommy nodded slowly and i forced myself to speak. "Go daddy, you have to, your career depends on it." i looked him in the eyes and while tears pricked the corners of my eyes i smiled at him. "Ill be alright daddy, mommy can take care of me and when you come home we can have a huge welcome home party!" he walked over and i could see wet spot on his mask near his eyes. he pulled his mask off and hugged me tightly but gently. "Alright my lil blossom, ill accept just for you and come home as fast as i can to see you." i kissed my daddys cheek and never did it cross my mind that it was the last time id ever see him. he pulled something out of his jacket pocket and slipped it into my hand, i looked down to see a tiny music box. it was delicatly carved with flowers and vines, the latch was a fully bloomed rose. i opened it slowly and it played the song he always sang to me before i went to sleep. i hugged him as tight as i could and beamed up at him. "Thank you daddy, i love it!" he chuckled and soon after, he left.

Days later i was released from the hospital and mommy took me home. About an hour later there was a knock on the the door and i hobbled quickly to answer. when i opened the door, there stood uncle soap and roach, the two strongest men i knew other than my own daddy stood there tears brimming in their eyes. mommy ran up behind me and when she saw thier expressions she fell to her knees and sobbed. I may have only been five years of age at the time but i understood fully. My father was dead, and it was all because of me.

at the funeral i walked beside mommy to the front of the church and stood next to my daddy in his coffin. tears streamed from my eyes as mommy held me so i could see. i reached in and touched daddys cheek softly and whispered my last words to him. "im so sorry daddy...i love you so much..."