Audentis Fortuna Iuvat
Question
It was written in black ink, scrawling down the page.
‘I just lit the match, dad. I’m so sorry but I deserve to die. Look at what I have done, what I have ruined.
Goodbye dad, I love you.
-Kerri’
I didn’t remember writing it, but it was my bunched and loopy handwriting so I had to have written it, right? I threw the note at Dakota in disgust at myself. “I did this.” I barely whispered. “I did this to myself. To my dad. Gods, I killed my dad.”
His eyes ran searchingly down the note. “But… this isn’t you, Kerri. You wouldn’t write something like this.”
I barked a bitter laugh. “Wouldn’t I? Come on, I’m the depressed maniac, remember? I’ve killed my friends. Cindy, Tom. Who’s to say that I didn’t kill him?”
“Kerri-“
“What?” I demanded, my voice a yell and my face a mess of tears and heating cheeks. “What can you say to that? What can you say? You know I’m right! I killed them.”
“Kerri-“
“I killed them.” I looked around at the ruins and my shoulders began to shake. “I killed them.”
“Kerri-“
I sunk to the ground, dirt sicking to the knees of my jeans. The dirt created from the mottled ashes stolen from my home, sticking to me as if it remembered me. “I’m a killer.”
“Kerri.”
But it wasn’t Dakota’s voice that called to me within my trace of horror. It was a woman’s voice. I turned and blinked away the salt brimming in my eyes. “Mum?” I breathed.
Notes
It turns out that a hammock is a fabulous place to write! :)I just saw Big Hero 6 today (it only just arrived in New Zealand) so if anyone wants to rant with me about the wonderful emotional trauma I've just undergone then flick me a message :)
Hope you enjoyed reading! I'll try and get a few more updates up before I go away for New Year's!
-Phoebe :)
@Phoebe
I will!
1/25/15