how my life became misery
My dad was a loving man with a moderate temper. I got into an argument and told him I hated him. Now one year and five days later I am still hurting so bad. It all happened when I was staying with a friend. When I awoke to someone shaking me and telling me to get up quickly. If only I had know why there was so much panick in the voices.
When I got home I saw my mom crying and telling me that my dad was dead and that he had been shot. It was so painful even now a year and a week later I begin to cry and feel so much guilt.