We have cool gardens at the Mansion. I don't spend enough time out here. There are like a ton of different kind of plants and trees. Seto likes to take his computer out here and relax. I like to come out here and take pictures and to think. Like I am right now. Its been… I don't know how long it's been. It feels like… I don't even know how long it feels like its been. 7 people died. Killed by one person. Then he killed himself. He killed Habika. For no reason at all. I almost killed someone once, and I had a reason. But 7 people, for no reason. It makes me so mad, I can't even think about it.
Habika. Habika, I miss her. Its not fair. We were a lot alike, me and Habika. She knew about the people in Africa. I miss her. More than I know. This is what Seto would have felt if I would have stayed dead. I hated myself. Habika. They had a funeral for everyone. I meet her parents, I count look her mother in the eye, brown eyes. They were going to take her back to South Africa, I wanted to go, but Seto said no. I've always wanted to go to South Africa, maybe Habika could show me around.
"Mokuba, you need to come inside." I knew a few of the other people. Corbin, from France. But not Parris. "You do know it's raining don't you?" Kahoku, from Hawaii. "I don't want you to get sick." But the worst thing, was this little girl. "Mokuba." She was in the school only by chance, her name was Mika. "Will you talk to me?" She was only 3.
"She was only three."
"I know."
"I was 3 when dad died." Its cold out here. I want to be cold. I will always be cold, as long as I live, I will never be warm again. "Seto."
"Yes?"
"Do you think it rains in Heaven?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out eventually."
"I never want to find out." I'm cold and wet. I want to be warm. But I never will be. Not even Heaven offers warmth.