Nonononononononono.
The regret inside me grew; the memory of losing my child and the mother of my kid resurfaced.
A tent in the night, a necklace in my pocket.
A woman so beautiful in the darkest tone of skin I have ever seen.
An accident.
A buried village.
Nononono.
The terror, the guilt, and the sorrow of losing a child are the most unbearable.
"Kenny, calm down!"
My mask fell on the ground while I fought myself free, trying to reach her and make it alright again.
I bit into my wrist and flung my hand in her direction for my blood to reach her and make everything good.
"No, stop it, Kenny!"
I was turned around and wrestled to the ground, dragged away a few steps before I managed to get the upper hand, and threw him deeper into the forest.
I looked back and froze, staring at the mother of my child—at the blood that splattered on her.
But instead of getting better, the worm bundle in her arms, where some blood had met her, grew.
