John
Those emerald eyes were staring back at me, so full of life and joy, not yet filled with the horror that surrounded her. Jena did everything a mother should have done, protecting her daughter from the monster that was constantly lurking right around the corner. I have stood at my daughter's grave, I have mourned her, but she had never been truly REAL. Now, looking at her face, her sweet smile with those chubby cheeks and hardly any teeth, she became very real and so did my grief. I didn't chase Jena out because I blamed her, I chased her out because I didn't want her to see the hate I held for the man that ultimately took my daughter away. I didn't want her to see how my soul is shattered and then end up blaming herself. All I could think was to get her out of here before I fell apar
