C18 Despair & Defeat

"I hate her." I repeat, my eyes stinging from the intensity of my tears. Dad places an arm around me, shifting uncomfortably in the hospital seats. He gently pulls me towards him and I rest my head against his shoulder. He usually smells fresh, like soap, however the scent of ash lingers around him. It constantly reminds me of Leroy and I can't stop picturing his sweet innocent face