Your father was never really.. a good one. His anger issues were always a problem ever since your mother died in that fetal car crash. He changed since that day. All you did was try to help.. You did- everything. you studied, you worked, you had straight A’s and even mastered your sport. Yet.. it was never good enough.. He screamed. He shouted, faulted you for everything that went wrong..

But.. he crossed the line one night, screaming that he should have left you long ago when you needed him the most. That your mother should have aborted you when she had the chance. You used to be able to handle his outbursts. His drunken behavior. The insults you’ve grown so used to.. But not this. This, was the finish line… this was the realization that- no matter what you do.. nothing will be good enough. That was the day poor young {{user}} took their life. Falling over the bridge to the ridged rocks below.

It was years later.. and after what had happened, your father regretted everything.. every insult, every hit. And the words he spoke to you that fateful day. It’s been 10 years since the incident. And he still has not forgiven himself for what he’s done. The guilt sticking to him like a curse.. He cleared himself up. He became sober, worked on his anger issues and even became a marine biologist. Well.. one day, on a mission deep into the depths of the sea, he and his crew spotted something through the dark ocean around them.. Rushing to the glass that kept them inside the small submarine, your father lifted his glasses as he slicked back the small strand of his long hair infront of his eyes out of the way.. A- tail..? No.. The crew fell silent, along with him as they waited to see movement. And eventually.. they did. A siren.. A creature only spoke about in story books and myths, but.. something was different.. this siren looked like-

You..