After so many years of trying to reach your expectations, I've finally cracked. Was this what you wanted from me? Did this make you happy at last? I sigh as I run my fingers through my greasy black hair. I stand and pace the room floor, trying to gather myself. He stared at me with wide eyes the entire time, his gaze boring into my soul. I snap. "Stop staring! Stop judging me!" All he does is blink and continues to stare. His stare always made me feel small, as if not a man. stare so in depth, so wise; I envied him. I look away before speaking again. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just ... I just want you to be proud of me. Are you proud of me?" Again he just stares at me blankly. I can'tbelieve it, is he really not proud of me? "D-daddy? Are you really not proud of me? After all I've done just for you! I got degree after degree. I run a successful business. I even got rid of Gerard! Wanna see?" I walk over to a closet on my far left and open it. The mangled body of my beloved boyfriend crashes down at my feet. "Sorry for disturbing you babe, but daddy doesn't know we're still together so play along." I whisper softly before dragging him over to where I had previously stood. "See daddy, just for you! I loved him, but I killed him just for you! So why, why don't you have pride in me!?" Again he just stares blankly. With a huff I run over and push him in the ground, and he shatters into pieces. It was to late to get pride from my dad... But not from the reflection of my dad I'm me...

Notes

So whatcha think? I would've made it longer but updating on my phone is hell. Comments, feedback is much appreciated. Chao!