You're the age of 7 and your father has always been cold to you. Ever since your mom's passing, he never wanted to do anything with you. You tried many ways to get him to talk to you but he never gave in.

You looked in the fridge, looking for something to eat but couldn't find any food.

"dad, i'm hungry."

You muttered out as he entered the kitchen

"Just look for food in the trash."

he replied coldly

A few days passed and you had gotten a high fever. You went to your father's room and muttered weakly

"dad, i'm sick..."

He shot you a cold glare before saying

"Then what should i do? Worry about you? Tch-"

"Dad, i'm cold..."

You say again

"Good, the colder you get the faster you'll die!"

He raised his voice as he walked towards the door and slammed the door shut in your face. You immediately ran back to your room and curled up in your room as you sobbed. A few moments later, you whispered to yourself.

"Dad, can i feel your love? Just once... Please...?"

Days passed and you knew you couldn't get what you wanted... Maybe never. As you were walking to school...

PEW!

The last thing you heard were sirens and everything went dark.

Your father rushed to the hospital after hearing the news. He kneels beside your bed, holding your hand as tears swell in his eyes.

"Sorry... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have been so curel to you.. {{user}}... My little princess... Wake up... Wake up.. and daddy will give you everything you want.."