Author's note: This chapter is from Grissom's POV. And the poem's mine.
Chapter 11
I don't understand how this happened. Four months ago my life was, well, it was my life. And now I feel like a stranger in my own skin. How did this happen? How did it end up this way?
A child I never knew I had, that I now have no more. What hand of fate would be so cruel?
And what's this that I feel? Are those tears? I can't even remember the last time I cried. But how could any man not cry at the sight of his only child in such a condition as this?
She's bound like a criminal. Beaten like a rag doll. She's hardly recognizable.
The bullet that monster received was too good for him. If only he were still alive, he'd come to learn the meaning of the word pain.
Alexandria, why did it have to come to this? Your mother was taken from me too soon, and now—you.
Goodnight sweet child, I hardly knew you.
But, my sweet child, our love was true.
The brief moments we got to share
The few times I got to hold you near
They brightened my days and my nights
And weakened my resolve to fight
This feeling inside I have seldom known
But it you have freely shown
So as I stand here, while in death you lie
I shake my fists and have to ask why
Why did Fate deign our paths to cross
Only for us to suffer such a great loss
And with whom would I have to deal
So that your place I might steal
For my heart cannot go on
Without its light from your sun
But your lot I cannot take
So there is only one choice I can make
To go on with you in my heart
Of which, you will always be the biggest part.
So goodnight sweet child, my love will stay true
Waiting for the day, when I'll again be with you.
"Medic!" It was Catherine voice. She was kneeling next to Alex. "She's alive!"