Chapter 13

Have you ever felt guilty for someone else's crime?

Have you ever lost sleep sympathizing your enemy?

Have you ever seen all your life's beliefs crumbling before your very existence?

I did.

I stayed up all night watching the moon switching duties with the sun, yet I couldn't shrug the feeling of guilt from my conscious despite it being my papa's wrongdoing and not mine. It latched onto me stubbornly like a soul-sucking leech. Everytime my eyes closed, the entire scene resurfaced in my mind, tormenting me, punishing me on my father's behalf.

I still couldn't believe my own eyes. Or my mind. Or my mind's eyes I wasn't sure. It could be a sheer hallucination. He could be using drugs or trickery-like something to manipulate me into believing his accusations.

But...

It all seemed so real. Felt so real. Like I was present right there when it happened. The sounds of gun still echoed in my ears, and the smell of blood lingered in my nose. And those lifeless eyes still haunted me.

It was r