The killer was caught in less than a day.
But the second I saw his face, even as a ghost,
I couldn’t help but shiver.
My mind was flooded with the memories of that
day.
く
It was an image that was burned into my mind.
The killer was holding his phone, his face
twisted. “You get two calls. You can call
anyone, but no police. If someone comes to
save you, I’ll let you go.”
The first call, I called my Mom.
But she didn’t answer, since she thought I was
a murderer.
The second call, I called my Dad.
But before I could say anything, he cursed at
me and hung up.
And just like that, I lost my chance at being
saved.
Hearing the killer describe how he had
murdered me.
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Dad collapsed, falling to his knees, and crying
like his heart was being ripped apart.
“I’m so sorry, Dad was wrong, Dad shouldn’t have done that to you…”
All the pain my Dad had kept inside poured out.
He was weeping, his sobs were soul–crushing.
I had never seen him like that.
My heart felt like it was being torn to shreds.
Why couldn’t I be happy?
Dad, why did you only listen to me after I died…
It was too late now. It was too late for
everything.
Mom was crying too, and cried so hard she
passed out, and had to be taken to the hospital.
