I didn't stop running and when my legs were tired, I didn't stop walking.
I walked, and walked, and walked until my legs gave out at the foot of my parents grave.
I was tired, I felt filthy, and I felt drained.
Emotionally, physically, and mentally drained.
"Mom, please I want to come. Please." I start to cry. "I'm tired of staying here. Can't I just come meet you guys up there?"
Suddenly, it started to rain.
It wasn't even supposed to rain today!
I just sat there, under the rain, in front of my parents graves doing nothing.
The rain was mixing with my tears, so you really couldn't know the difference.
"Dad? Was I a mistake? Is my existence a mistake? Maybe mom wasn't supposed to have me. Because I really can't think of a better explanation for the situation I'm in. Maybe it's my punishment for being alive, for killing you guys." Another wave of tears hit me.
