Not Gonna Die

I bring a hand up to my face as the tears stream from my eyes. I clutch onto the person's clothes, sobbing into them. "Why?" It comes out in a broken whisper. I turn my face to them, tears falling down my face in rivulets. "Why? Why did you have to leave? What happened to you baby girl?"

"It wasn't my choice Oliver. Also," The person pauses. "To answer your question of what happened to me: I had to relearn some lessons about the nature of this world. Pain is quite the persuasive tool. And, I brought someone for you to meet."

"Who? Is it the bastards that did this to you?" She shakes her head.

"No. Well, kind of I suppose but don't blame her. She was manipulated into doing it." I sigh.

"You always were too kind Kat." She smiles but I can tell it's fake. It's nothing more than a shadowy whisper of it's former glory.

"I know. Anyway, shit happened but I'm back so, what's up Dad?"

Notes

Next chapter will introduce what happened to Kathandria over the past two years. Let me tell you, if I can write it the way I'm planning it will be quite morbid.
My eye is bruised...so it's a little hard to see out of it so sorry if there are mistakes.
Sorry it's short but yeah. It's just the begginning to introduce the plot and shit.