F**king Sorry?

~Daciana~

With a straight face, clenched jaws, and reddish eyes, I stood under the black umbrella, dressed in black and surrounded by so many people in black.

It was raining and it made the day even worse and annoyingly moist. My eyes were void of emotions as I watched the priests do whatever the hell they wanted to do on their graves.

There were two different mournings and none of them seemed to interest me. First was Randall’s burial, and the other, was the burial for the child my mother lost at birth.

Well, she did lose the child that same day, and I lost two important people in my life that day. All because of Jonathan and Riley!

For a week, after Randall left me, I have been picturing this particular day in my head and I just wanted it not to happen.

However, I was so eager for something else to happen, and that was to watch Jonathan get killed for doing this to Randall. For doing this to my family.

Over the plinking and tapping of raindrops, I could hear my mother a