Kirsten's P.O.V.

Tears stood furiously in my eyes and I didn't know how to feel. Conflicting emotions channeled through my cries and I couldn't understand the world around me. I couldn't understand what I was feeling. I fell back against the wall beneath the window and stared forward. Not at anything. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything. I felt numb. I could imagine my expression; blank, emotionless, dead.

"Kirsten?" I curled up into a ball on the grass and tucked my head between my arms, leaning my forehead on my knees. I would not answer him. "Kirsten what's wrong?" He sat down beside me and tried to put his arm around my shoulders but I shrugged him off and shuffled away. "Oh.. You heard." He sat, probably either having looked at the open window or towards his sister who pointed to said window. "Look Kirsten, I'm so so sorry but I had no choice... It's my job. I didn't want this job either but my father forced it onto me. I'm sorry Kirsten. Please forgive me." He begged and he didn't try to hide the desperation in his voice but I wouldn't give in that easily.

Standing up, I crossed my arms and walked forwards towards the street, standing on the edge of the path and looking down, letting the tears flow down my face. I heard his boots against the path as he walked up to me and I felt him hesitate behind me before raising his hand and placing it on my shoulder. Tugging gently, he tried to turn me around but once again I just shrugged him off.

"Kirsten please..."

Slamming my eyes shut, I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself back down.

"Kirsten listen to me. I'm sorry."

I forced the tears to stop and wiped my face of the ones which had escaped and then hung my arms by my sides, hands clenched.

"Kirsten-"

"What?!" I screamed, spinning around to face him. "What do you want?! Are you expecting me to just forgive and forget? Because that's not happening! You lied to me Friedrich. You said you hadn't shot anyone. You killed my father. You killed him... All this time, I had never known what had happened... I only knew he was gone. All this time I've known you and you didn't tell me you shot him!" I slammed my hands against his chest, pushing him backwards.

"I didn't know he was your father until-"

"You still killed someone! Wait, until what?" I questioned, frowning slightly.

"Until you shouted to him." He said matter-of-factly as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were there Kirsten."

"I wasn't. I would remember."

"You were. You ran to him and he pushed you away to save you." He lowered his gaze to the ground as if watching the scene on a tv at his feet.

"Stop it." I said. I didn't want to know what happened that day. He had killed my father and that was all I needed to know.

"You fell down and hit your head." He continued without hesitation.

"Friedrich stop it."

"You can't remember anything around that time can you." He raised his gaze back up to me, challenging me. I shook my head. "See. I know it doesn't take away the fact I still shot him but-"

Realisation of what he has said suddenly hit me and my knees went weak as I thought about it. I could feel the blood draining from my face. "Would you have shot me if he hadn't pushed me away. You said he did it to save me." I asked.

"I..." He hesitated, dropping his gaze back to the floor and scrunching up his face as he tried to think. "I don't know." He sighed, hating the words that had come from his mouth.

"Go."

"What?" His gaze snapped back up to look at me, searching my face for some indication of another meaning behind the word "go" or maybe he was hoping I'd said it to someone else.

"Leave. Now."

"But-"

"Leave! I never want to see you again!" I screamed at him. He studied my face for a moment longer before nodding and bowing his head, a look of self hatred and devistation crossing his face as he shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking down the street. Anna glanced over towards me, looking as if she would start crying before running to catch up with Friedrich, looping her hand into his.

Tears began to flow as my anger vapourised and turned into sadness, leaving me feel empty and numb. Mother peered out of the door, glared in the direction of Friedrich as if it would solve everything and then jogged down the path towards me. Pulling me into her arms, I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her shoulder, crying for what felt like years.