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| ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The Voice Of Dead Silence ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ THE FUTURE LEFT BEHIND ~ Victim�s Daughter�s POV ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I hate funerals... yet here I am at one I had been dragged to. I knew who this person was... a pathetic, low-life asshole. Strangely enough, I was crying anyway. No. Not out of sadness, happiness or guilt, but much rather anger. Or perhaps hatred. How could anyone be so stupid? My father of all people. He was blinded with doubt and ruined his whole fucking life. He ruined me. His daughter, his only daughter whom he claimed he knew nothing about. At least, not until shortly before his death. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *sighs* I can�t do it. I can�t lie to myself like that. I don�t hate him, or blame him. I blame myself. I can�t believe I let myself believe my mom over him. How could I have been so stupid? I accused him of lying to me to his face without letting him share his side of the story. No �Hi, dad.� or �I miss you.� Just an �I wish you�d die.� He committed suicide. ~ * ~ * ~ *~ * ~ *~ Here I am, having to live with fault of his death for the rest of my life. God, I wish I could bring that day back and not have said those things to him. It�s too late. There his picture sat... right above his coffin. My momma was right. I do take after him. His eyes. His dark hair. I�m not sure if I can take it anymore. TWO |
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