I could hear my heartbeat getting louder, quickening its pace as the sound pounded at my eardrums. I felt a heaviness weighing me down, further and and further until I could barely breathe. My eyes watered, for I couldn't stop the pain from inside, and it was only getting worse.

     What is this feeling, and why is it so terrible? Why can't I make it stop?

     "MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed. "PAPA, MAKE IT STOP!"

     He couldn't hear me. I can only assume he could see me and watch with satisfaction knowing that I'm paying for what I did to him. That I'm suffering for my crimes, but I don't care. 

     Every child needs someone to look up to. Right Papa?