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She didn’t have much time, really. She knew she‘d learnt where she’d been stabbed in training; she could deal with this, normally.
It hurt. It really hurt, and she could feel the coolness of her own blood, soaking in her jumper, her uniform. But it was as if she was watching someone else bleed out on the linoleum of Freddy’s floor. Because what really stung, what had really pushed the knife in, so smooth, was that she had always known that this would happen.What separated her from those children, after all? Blood?
William had shown her blood. William had shown her how much blood meant to him, in black eyes, and screaming, in bruises, and in madness. And now she lay, covered in it. Covered in her connection to her father.
She missed him. It shocked her; how could she miss that man? But truthfully, she knew that it was not the man she looked up at that opened the pit in her stomach. She missed when he was just her Dad. The little, pitiful pain that always clung to her sleeve cried out for her dad, when all that he kept in that storage room was mops and brooms. It grieved for the Dad that made grilled cheese and made bad jokes, and the dad who scratched her cheek with his beard when he tucked her into bed.
But now her small pain was bleeding out, tearing her jumper, wailing, howling, I miss my dad, I miss my dad. I just want my dad back.
Small tears burned her eyes, and she imagined the blood pooling on the floor swallowing the salt as they rolled off her cheeks to the floor, the sea washing over her small, ravaging pain, saltwater throbbing in her side, in her, forever.
This was her father‘s pain, it always had been.
And all she wanted was her dad back.
How pathetic, that all this police officer wanted, was her dad back.