“Fallon it’s been almost two months, where were you?” His voice cracked, “Why did you do it?” I had my own selfish reasons as to why I left with no humanity, but would he understand.
“I died,” I stated, “I was grieving in my own way. It was my own way of protecting my sanity and those around me.” My father started to cry.
“Fallon, it didn’t help those around you,” he said in between small sobs. That was when I realized I hadn’t seen my mother. She definitely would have been here.
“Where is my mother?” I asked. My dad took a deep breath and stood from his desk.
“Come with me. I need to show you something,” he said as he took my hand and led me to the back garden. I was buried here.
“Do you remember the night you slung your mother and me into the wall when we tried to keep you from
