~ Aurora ~
I had tucked myself in the corner of couch while Mom cleaned the blood off floor. I honestly have no phobia of blood or I don't really get terrified at the sight of it. But knowing that it is Adrian's blood, my Adrian's blood makes me feel nauseous and angry. I can't look at it without feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt and grief. If only I wasn't so f*****g clueless and had handled the situation a little more maturely, then it might have prevented.
Dad was sitting beside me. He had his head in hands, his entire body posture stiff and awkward. I wanted to move closer and reach for him, assure him that it wasn't his fault and he did what he thought was best for his family's safety but honestly, he could have listened to me first instead of using a gun directly. If only h
