My face contorted into one of an upset child, the sight in front of me unforgivable. Blood everywhere, staining the soles of my shoes. I glanced over at my friend, her unintelligible words mirroring my sorrow. I took a few tentative steps forwards, blue hood dragging through the streams of red. I dropped down before an unmoving figure, vision blurring. What had I done? He had shown me love and compassion, I had rejected it. I had caused the situation we were in now, where he was dead and I was still alive somehow. I had acted like a spoiled child, interpreting his attempts at love as ones of annoyance. How idiotic was I? I brushed a few tears from my eyes, letting out a whimper as I noticed blood on my hands. I grabbed my knees and masked a sob trying to break free. Maybe if I hadn't ever turned 13 this never would have happened. The things that could happen in one day baffled me, and this was the worst day of my life. The experiences and horror that led up to this could not compare to this. The one person that could make me feel better on days like this was no more, leaving me with such a load to carry I felt as if my heart would shatter into a million pieces. I turned on the monster standing behind me. It had a look on its face like a smirk, ears upturned and alert. I felt an unimaginable anger run through my body, along with fear. This, this, thing had killed him. I let my breath come in shuddering gasps, hot tears dripping from my chin.
"You, you killed him!" I yelled, voice breaking. "YOU KILLED HIM!"
The monster gave me a solemn nod, seeming satisfied.
"Why? Why would you kill someone like him? He-"I let out a scream of frustration. "I loved him! I needed him! He was my guardian! MY FATHER!"
But what could I do? Everyone has their day of given life, and the day that gift is taken. I just wished that this day could have never come.
