Spoilers: 1x05 - "The Long Lead Story"
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my inspiration.
AN: This is my first try at 2nd person.
You are 17 and your dad is drinking. He's a mean drunk and he yells, mostly at you, and he throws things, mostly at you, because you look like her and you pray to the God he blames for taking her away. So you leave. You can't take it anymore. You get in your ratty old car and you drive and you drive until you can't see straight anymore. You wind up at a church; it's not your church but it's late and it's dark and you need somewhere quiet to think.
It's empty so you walk up to the altar. You crumble to your knees, worn out and give out and you start crying and praying. She's gone and he needs you to take care of him and you're only 17 and you shouldn't have to be doing this but she left you and he's all you've got and you can't just walk away and leave him to drink himself to death? But you can't keep doing this. You can't live like this but you can't leave either. So you pray and you pray and you pray until you can't think because you don't know what else to do.
