Shattering reality

>>Jena

“I’m so sorry,” I held the hands of my father while he lay in the hospital bed.

“...” He was blankly staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts of his own, “I’m a bad father, aren’t I?” He whispered the words to me, making my heart sink.

“Dad!” I squeezed his hands tighter, “I’m really sorry.” I barely managed to bring him to the hospital in time. I was so afraid when he wouldn’t move, I couldn’t even get myself to call an ambulance. I don’t know how I managed it in the end.

My actions were catching up to me. What I had done to him brought me nightmares. I kept thinking I had become a murderer and of my o