I'd seen this place before. In my dreams.
It was cold and the wet atmosphere clung to my skin.
I was in a room at the back of an abandoned child care center, which was still accompanied with a cheery feeling, as if a child would run in at any moment, smiling.
But, there was no child here and there never would be.
Cradling my head in my hands, I spoke "What am I doing here?"
A voice appeared next to my ear, whispering so lightly and gently, "Are you prepared to tell the truth, Mary?"
I nodded.
His voice was stronger this time, his words forced with anger.
"Who killed you?"
I gently lifted my head to face a table that displayed three photos.
There was two women and a man.
I pointed to the last photo.
In the photo, was a smiling human who had green eyes. Like me. brown whispy hair. Like me. A long face. Like me. The photo was a man. That man was my father.
"Why did he murder you?"
Silence.
"He said he perfered kill me himself rather then the world."
It was cold and the wet atmosphere clung to my skin.
I was in a room at the back of an abandoned child care center, which was still accompanied with a cheery feeling, as if a child would run in at any moment, smiling.
But, there was no child here and there never would be.
Cradling my head in my hands, I spoke "What am I doing here?"
A voice appeared next to my ear, whispering so lightly and gently, "Are you prepared to tell the truth, Mary?"
I nodded.
His voice was stronger this time, his words forced with anger.
"Who killed you?"
I gently lifted my head to face a table that displayed three photos.
There was two women and a man.
I pointed to the last photo.
In the photo, was a smiling human who had green eyes. Like me. brown whispy hair. Like me. A long face. Like me. The photo was a man. That man was my father.
"Why did he murder you?"
Silence.
"He said he perfered kill me himself rather then the world."
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