Goodbye

I peered into his eyes as they glazed over and I listened as his ragged breaths slowed to a stop. My adrenaline was finally subsiding from the struggle of killing my own father. Months of meticulous planning culminated in a sloppy yet ultimately effective execution. The man who was a perfect father for half of my life had snapped into a monster after the sudden death of my mother... chaining me, beating me and raping me for years. My frustrated tears were for the murderer I had become and also for my daughter conceived by her grandfather, who deserves a life devoid of this abuse even if it means a life without a mother. My tears were for the now lifeless man who I loathed... while a peculiar part of me couldn't help but mourn the good man he used to be.