“May 18th, 2017 

He wasn't supposed to die.

And I suppose I had a heavy price to pay for it too. Is that not why I’m here? 

I remember how she forced me to carry his body to the river, a 100 kilogram body all alone. I remember washing his body in the river stream, my hands touching his skin that had lost its life. 

I’d since grown to despise her, I didn’t think she’d discard of me like this. 

She asked me to lay out his body for the public to find. Arrange it back together, he was intact, even if he was severed by his waist. She asked me to dress him again too. 

 I don’t know what happened to him. I don’t remember what happened to me.

But his dark grey eyes looked back at me, I remember it vividly. They were wide open and lifeless. Never did I have to watch one of them looking back at me. Never did I have to watch one of them decay. 

And they reminded me of my father’s.”