Hh-43

I was lied to by someone who I thought cared about me. I was emotionally blackmailed into feeling the guilt. I thought I was too indulged in begging for his attention that I didn’t even realise that I was too blind to see the signs. Their late-night fights, bruises on her wrists, sadness in her eyes. She was suffering, and I failed to notice. People say time heal wounds. Fib. Time couldn’t heal, it destroys, just make you believe that the sufferings had stopped, but no.

My mother’s death was announced so suddenly that it took me by surprise. Food poisoning. However, I refused to believe. Cause that seemed very vague way to die. My mother couldn’t leave me behind. That explains the unshed tears of my father on her funeral, him marrying Irene right after. T-this was planned.

“I-I do not believe you.” In deepest part of my heart I knew he would not lie to me. But my self-esteem was too much. What would he regard me as? A girl whose father killed her mother? Pathetic. Claus narrowed his e