I feel the warmth of my family's blood on my hands, on my face, and in me. I feel the warmth of the tears falling down my cheeks, becoming a never ending river of sadness. The never-stopping tears didn't end, no matter how I willed, asked, BEGGED for it to stop, my sadness and helplessness came over, darkness wins. I fall to the ground, still staring at the bodies that used to be my family.'I can't stop staring...why?w-why can't I look away? Why can't I stop crying? Is this really the family I so hated? Is this the family that not only loathed me, but vise versa? If so, why did they die? Why did they protect me?WHY DID THEY SAY THEY HATED ME?!'
I screamed with all my might, not caring if the tears that hadn't stopped still kept going, not caring if I drowned in my own tears,not caring if I died right here.'Was fate having fun? Making fun of the only thing that I had? That I-I-I... hated. no, loved? Were they really the only thing helping me go on?Or were they holding me back?' That was the last thing I thought, when I passed out, crying in my sleep...the never-ending crying continuing.
I had woken up, the never-ending crying stopped, but why? Why am I not crying when the only people I love have died? Left me behind? I turn to find a trench coat on me, I look. Great, the po-pos got me. Why couldn't they just let me die? I turn around to find someone sitting there...sleeping. And he opens his eyes, and says,"Oh, your awake. Might as well fill you in. This is the Detective Agency. I found you in some ditch somewhere. And a pool of blood around you. What happened...Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Conan Edogawa."
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