Prologue
I was only 6 years old when it occurred…
And I remember it just like yesterday; I was sitting quietly in my car seat, palying with my small stuffed wolf my dad gave me for my 3rd birthday. I accidently dropped it, and I began crying for it even though it was near my feet, but I knew better than to cry. Though, I didn't stop crying. My father, Charles Yukon, held the steering wheel straight and looked down and up at the same time as he reached for it. It was a terrible mistake…he took his eyes off the road for a second, but it was too late, when he grabbed the stuffed animal we had already swerved off the road and into a highway…
That was the last time I saw my daddy… And I have blamed myself since that day, thinking 'Why couldn't you have been smarter!' or 'You should be ashamed of yourself!', but sometimes some of my thoughts came to reason with my mind not to wipe my existence from this earth, 'It was not your fault, you were only 6. You didn't know any better' and 'your father wouldn't want you to do this.'
My heart feels like it cannot beat anymore as it used to. I no longer feel love from my adoptive parents, nor my old Doberman, Gino. I feel…lonely. As if no one can heal my worsening wounds that seems to bleed endlessly.
I thought this was the end of my purposeless life…but later I figured out that this…this was only the beginning…
-TBC-
