Pain filled Stanley's heart as he remembered the memory of his mother from nearly a decade ago. She had died without him being able to do anything for her, even thought that was what he had promised her.
She hadn't died because of him. Her death was not his fault. But even then, not being able to save her felt no different than being the one that killed her.
And the pain of that was too strong for Stanley.
'Stanley! Stanley!' those were his mother's last words. Her last words were her calling out to him for help, yet he had been helpless. He should have been able to do something to help her at the time, but instead all he could do was watch her die.
'It's my fault,' he thought silently.
The image of the young girl appeared in his mind, the one that had stabbed herself on her neck to die.
He should have been able to save her. Why did he not? Why wasn't he able to?
Why did the people he want to save always die?
"It's my fault."
