Chapter 1
Life had always been a whirlwind of emotions. I had felt joy, happiness, pain, anger resentment and even blatant hate so strong it consumed me.
I was motherless child, my father not having much of a presence beyond catering to my basic needs and requirements, he did the bare minimum. But then, one day, everything changed.
It was a regular day like any other, I had woken up early to go take my bath and prepare for school. However, the house sounded a tad bit too quiet, in contrast to the usual roar of my fathers's truck I would here at this time of the morning.
I headed out to the balcony, only to be met with the greatest and most gory scene I had ever encountered.
Lying there, in the pool of his own blood, was my father, multiple stab wounds on his body. I remembered shaking from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. I then froze and proceeded to scream the loudest I had ever done.
What happened next I don't remember, all I know is I found myself at a funeral a few days later. Standing by the graveside, I realized that I was now utterly alone. No mother, no father, no one to turn to.
Sure my father and I hadn't been the closest, but he was all I had. I sobbed clutching my chest and trying to anchor myself from falling. I turned away from his now grave and began walking. I had no destination in mind. I walked and walked for moments on end.
My feet felt sore and my heart heavy. Suddenly, there was a bright light and then black out.