68. It's all my fault(part-12).

The whole drive went with both of us talking absolutely nothing. The person whose mouth never used to shut up is now staring at the road from the glassed window in silence while constantly reminding himself that he's guilty of everything that has happened.

I pulled the car when we reached the graveyard. It reminds me of the funeral....again, which funeral? both. Both the woman who loved me died as I saw them helplessly doing nothing. I was a freak, I have always been, Adam thinks he's the one at fault but I know that it's me.

I was there when both my mums left their last breaths and what did I do?, nothing, I stood there watching both of them like a freaking show and done nothing. I can never forgive myself, I hate myself for doing nothing.

No one blames me for anything, even Master or dad, but everyone knows that if I had taken care of them with full consciousness then at least one of them would have lived. I'm a total idiot, I should be the one buried here,