"I'm sorry I couldn't be there to protect you from dad when he would beat us. I'm sorry I couldn't run away with you when you asked me. I'm sorry for not protecting you from this stupid fucking shit!" He cried as he put a handfull of sand on the grave. He placed a cross made out of sticks into the ground and took a moment. Looking at it, he muttered a small prayer.<br/><br/>Wiping his tears away he started walking, "you're friend's right, we have to move. I want to get out of here anyways, I want to get away from all of this." He stated walking, in whatever direction. He didn't care who followed or if he was even heading towards the city. He just wanted to leave.