This is a fictional work. Names, characters, settings, and events are all creations of the author. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
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8: 00 PM. Heavy Rain. I’m waiting for my dad to pick me up. I’m starting to feel scared because it was getting darker and darker. No more people in the university. All of them are going home. What about me? How can I go home? I started to move my feet and letting the rain to consume me. I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to wait anymore. In my head, I’m already an adult. Why do I need my dad? Do I always need to wait on him? I sigh heavily.
“Where are you going? Are you out of your mind? Do you want to get sick?” I flinch when I heard that voice. My father. I turned around to face him. I look at him from head to toe. His hands are covered in blood and he is holding a knife. I’m used to it. I know he kill another innocent person. I know. He knows.
"How much money did you make today from killing?" I asked.
“50 Dollars” He then show me the wallet.
“That’s not enough. We need more to get through this week.”
Upon I received the wallet, I checked it. Identification card. Driver license. Money.
I double-check the ID. My eyes widened as I read the age at which he killed.
“Dad, I thought no killing under 18 years old? Why are you breaking your promises now?”
He cried. “I’m sorry, I can’t kill someone who is stronger. I cannot leave you like this. I cannot leave you knowing I can’t give you a better life.”
"You don't have the ability to provide me with something I want and need. Maybe. I'll start killing people as well so that I can live." I laugh.
I look at him with an assuring eye. “Dad, you know how much I love you, right? You know that.”
I approached him and hugged him. I believe today is a long day for both of us. As I hugged him, I can feel some sharp from his belly. I immediately look for it. Bloods are flowing from that one section of his body. Looking at him, worriedly. "Dad? Why are there blood dripping"
“I’m sorry, Lucas. I guess, I’m dying. Sorry for only giving you fifty dollars.” He cried while he continues hugging me with care so that I don’t have any wounds.
“No! Please don't abandon me, Dad. I don't have anyone else with me. You don't want to abandon me, do you? Please stand up for me. We're going to the hospital. Just a little bit longer."
My sobbing continued until I realized he wasn't breathing. Seeing him not breathing and witnessing his death. Nothing can hurt me anymore.
I packed my belongings as well as my father's. In a cemetery, I'm attempting to crush him. I don't have enough money to bury him properly. I don't have anyone or anything on which to rely. It's 3 a.m. already. The surroundings provide peace and quiet. Maybe, if my night ends beautifully, I'll love this kind of scenery for the rest of my life. Nonetheless, it is tragic and painful. I'm sure I won't be able to handle another scene like this. I will never forget my father. I wipe my tears away and return my gaze to my father. I suddenly remembered how I used to look up at the sky and fantasize about the person I wanted to be. Lawyer at six, I used to say. Life was simple back then. Happy. Love-filled. Abundance. I'm not sure where we went wrong. When my mother died, I felt as if my freedom of hope had been taken away from me. My tears have begun to fall once more. I hugged my father one more time, for the last time. "Papa, you may not be a good person for others because you committed such a crime." But you will always be the best father to me. Thank you for saving me even if it meant killing others. Please continue to guide me, and one day I will be the best lawyer in the world. "I adore you."
Months passed when I really tried my best to sustain my life. I have different jobs like cleaning, washing, and so on. Until one day, a couple adopted me.
“Lucas! Congratulations on your college graduation. I'm confident you can do it! You're a wise individual." My aunt welcomed me. Yes, she is my aunt, but not by blood.
I was adopted five years ago. I became instantly wealthy. Everything is in good working order. Everything I didn't have before is now mine. I am extremely grateful to my foster parents. I'm happy, but I'm also depressed. Isn't it ironic? I know I am loved, but I don't understand why I am unable to love those around me. What's the matter with me? I look around at the house. I’m gonna miss this. I’m gonna miss everything.
I went outside to search for my parents. When I see them, I run up to them and hug them.
"Can we have a talk?" I inquired, giving them a gentle smile.
My heart swells when I see them happy. Seeing them smile because I was able to give them the impression that they had a child satisfied my inner self. It shows me that, despite my dark past, I am still valuable. Through them, I was still raised with love. I am still loved by a wonderful person.
I lock my gaze on them. "Mom and Dad, I just want to say thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you for caring for me as if I were your own child. I'm sure I wouldn't have the future I have now if it weren't for the two of you. I am grateful, but I believe this is the time for me to say good-by to you. "It's time to start over as an adult."
"We get it, Lucas. Thank you for allowing us to look after you." My mother sobbed.
Tears are welling up in my eyes as well. I'm a burden, and I can't afford for them to take care of me again. To be honest, I'm not sure if the future I'm describing is mine. I just want to be alone for a few minutes.
The morning has arrived, and I am returning to my hometown. My early years. I get off the bus and fix my gaze on the cemetery where I bury my biological father. I came in to look for a parking spot. Everything is new now. I go to the park and sit down. My mouth let out a heavy sigh. I don't want to be this way forever. I'm looking for something new. I want to improve.
“Hi. "You appear to be exhausted." Someone exclaimed cheerfully.
With a cold stare, I look at him.
"It's simple; I'm a nice person." I don't permit your cold stare. He said to me while showing his teeth.
I stood up and began walking. I need a fresh start, not someone bothering me.
