I feel the blade pierce my stomach a second later than it did. Only when my world starts turning do I truly feel the burn though. And when my world finally settles all I can see was him standing there with a small smile. A sick feeling brews so strongly in my stomach I must be green. It was him, he stabbed me.

“How could you?” I sputtered, too tired to shout.

“It was easy really, you practically melted in the palm of my hand” he responded coyly.

“I trusted you!” I shouted, anger and betrayal replacing the emptiness I had felt before.

“And that’s why it was easy,”

I watched in horror as a cruel smile overtook his face. I couldn’t fathom how this was the man that held me when I cried over my fathers body. This couldn’t be the man that told me he would look after me to honor my dad, his best friend. Something had to have happened to him. Draken must have gotten to him. But when? We’ve been together almost every second.

“Did you even know my father?”

“Yes I knew him very well, and I hated him since we were children” his lip coiled in disgust as he spoke.

“Why? Why pretend?”

“Oh sweet innocent child, I pretended because it got me what I wanted. Simple as that.”

I realized then the wetness on my cheeks. How pathetic? I’m crying. He tricked and betrayed me so well and all I can do is cry. My father would pull the knife from his stomach and use it to gut him. All I have the energy to do is cry.

“Why would you side with Draken? Why would you turn on my dad? Why choose to be a traitor?” I would at least like to know before dying.

“I’m not a traitor. I was never on your side.”

That’s great. That’s a great response. That’s a great ending to me. I failed my father, and the world. And I didn’t even get a real answer to my question.