They told me his injuries were too horrible, so they didn’t want me to see him. They simply advised me to stay strong.
But he was my father. The man who loved me, protected me, and put me first for my entire life.
How could I ever be afraid of him?
Ignoring their advice, I tore away the sheet.
But what I saw wasn’t even a face, just blood and ruined flesh. No features left. Even the skull was shattered beyond recognition.
I couldn't describe what I felt then. It was like my mind slipped out of my body as if I drifted into a world far, far away, a world where there was no pain, no death, no betrayal, no tears.
Later, I went to see a psychologist. He told me I was experiencing dissociation, a severe psychological condition. He suggested I get treatment as soon as possible.
But my mother fell apart before I could even take care of myself.
My father’s death broke her completely. She became unrecognizable— confused, unstable.
The gentle, graceful woman she used to be had lost control whenever she saw me now. She hit me. She cursed me. She spat on my face.
Once, she cried and screamed at me.
Sierra's POV