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It was cold, then, the night I died It should have cooled my head, but it didn’t I didn’t turn around as I let the door swing shut, didn’t look at my father because I knew he already had his head buried in his hands, didn’t look back because it hurt to kno little he thought of me

Dust, he called me, once with fondness, but noith sos, even as a kid I could play the dru early And I did lee club, wrote for the school paper Jack of all trades, as they say, and in thefor long, never long enough to get better, to be good enough at soe

I thought that maybe the business I wanted to start would finally ? I didn’t even knoe were getting into Tech, maybe An app? That was it Or maybe it wasn’t I kicked at a rock, watched it scuttle across the road, followed it into the park I liked to visit

During the day, that is So tookas an office temp meant I didn’t have ht, but I thought nothing of it,briskly in sneakers slightly too expensive to really run in, in a jacket that was probably too thin for the unexpected Cal

ifornia chill

I shouldn’t have passed through Heinsite to get back to er cloudhad wandered too deep into the pond I shouldn’t have bent over to look in the water when I did

But we can’t change our past, can we? No more than we can affect the future

“He’s in there so into the sleeve of my jacket “Please”

Soe that I couldn’t hear any splashing nearby Maybe I was still too focused onto prove that I orth so Of course, as you’ve probably guessed, there wasn’t a dog at all

Too late I caught the reflection in the water, of a hu long and thick held in one hand And too late it hen I tried to turn around and thrustand thick struck ht, as I fell face first into the pond It felt like ice

That’s what you deserve, I thought, as , Dust Might as well lay here and drown in this puddle Might as well lay here and die

You knohen they say you should be careful what you wish for? Yeah And generally, you don’t get to pick how you die, either Knife in the heart? Not fun

Chapter 2

So stabbed in the heart didn’t s much better Would I have resisted then if I’d known that the knife would be the catalyst forhurts You ever been a ritual sacrifice? You ever been stabbed in the heart?

No, no Let me tell you all about it