Blood. There was so much blood. How could a person so small lose so much blood?

Fear. Fear consumed him. It flowed through him consuming his entire body that his hands were left shaking.

Tears. Tears fell from his eyes as he collapses to his knees. She couldn't be gone right?

Pain. Pain coursed thru him and his heart ached. Why her? Why why why?

Rage. Rage filled him, not only at the monster who killed her but at himself for not protecting her. He had promised her, hadn't he?

Love. He loved her so much and now she was gone. No one could ever take her place. Ever.

Confusion. Why was she here? How did she even get there? Wasn't she at the motel?

Emptiness. He felt empty. Like a piece of his heart had been ripped out and trampled over. Not even the alcohol could make him forget the emptiness he felt.

Screams. They haunted him. He could still hear her screaming for him, screaming for him to save her.

Laughter. He could still hear that bastards laughter as he cut thru her, beat her, destroyed her. No. Stop.

Powerless. He was powerless to stop him. He couldn't move. Chained to the damn wall. Where was Sammy?

Satisfaction. He killed him. Killed the bastard who hurt her. Made him suffer. Tortured him. Even after the satisfaction of ripping through him. It still hurt.

Comfort. Sam tried to comfort him. Even after the bastard was dead. But it didn't help. It made him angry. He didn't want to be comforted. Leave him alone. He just wanted to be alone.

His baby. His little girl. Gone. Why her? Why not him? It hurt. The pain. He couldn't save her why? Why couldn't he save her? What kind of father was he? A shitty one. Couldn't even protect his own child. His little ray of light. His little angel was gone.

And it was all his fault.

Death. To His dying little Angel.