Remi shifts away leaving me on my back on the cold floor with my heart nearly beating out of my chest. I think back to the day those men came and killed my Grandfather... I try to remember all the faces of the men there but I can't.
I can remember the man in charge... the one who made me shoot my Grandfather but I can't remember all their faces. Remi really could have been there and I wouldn't remember. I close my eyes as hot tears begin to flow.
This is so screwed up... I stare at the ceiling without really seeing it as my emotions wash over me in tidal waves. How long have I run from these feelings? How long has it been since I've faced them... faced myself.
I slowly close my eyes and let them all come. I cry for the loss of my Grandfather... for the loss of my innocence and the loss of who I could have been. I cry for all the things I've had to endure and all the things I've had to do to survive. I cry until I no longer can.