Abandoned
Tony
Although it was only the beginning of November, the weather changed into cold, snowy, and cruel. The wind blew hitting our skins like thousands of tiny knives, but the pain in my heart was greater than the one my body experienced. It was my only son's funeral. All of our family, friends, and his friends came to show him their respects and she came as well. The coffin, decorated with dozens of roses, slowly was lowered under the rock-solid frozen ground. Annabelle didn't say a word to me since Joshua's death, she blamed me and she was right. Apart from the excruciating pain, all I felt was fury. Even knowing that I had no evidence that Noelle killed my son, I felt it in my heart. I created her, and like in a bad horror movie the creation turned against its creator. She d
