9:55 am

Lisa.

It started to rain and the drizzle just drums crazy on the camper's roof.

"…And you Lisa, what would you've liked doing?" Aurora started again. She's a bit shier with me, it's almost cute.

I didn't want to answer her first. Why? Because I'd have replied 'kill the ones who raped me'. Worse was that not replying her gave me more time to think back on how empty I am; there was nothing else I wanted to do other than killing 'em. I felt ashamed of how empty I am and I almost started to sob. Even the disabled girl has a dream, why didn't I have one? Why don't I have a grand dream like touching the sky? Why can't I struggle? Why did I give up?

"You don't have to reply, Lisa," Mr. Burglar said. Was he considering toward me?

But 'it sprang back to my mind'. I had a dream.

"No, no. There's something I wanted to do, something I wanted to do since I was a kid too. I wanted to pack my things, go on a trip and meet Dad. So many times, I wanted to go and meet him to get away from Mom. But I never did, I never could. And instead of that, what I did is killing Mom, that I could do. But saving myself, I couldn't. So many times I dreamt of a father that will welcome me, care for me, love me. WHY? GOD, WHY? WHY HAVEN'T I DONE THAT SOONER? NOW, DAD MUST BE DEAD BY NOW, HIS DAUGHTER WAS RAPED, HIS DAUGHTER IS A MURDERER—MAYBE ALL THAT DIDN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN IF I HAD MET HIM. WHY DID I GIVE UP ON THAT?"

I understand now. Now onwards, I don't have a single dream.

Why can't they give up?