The bell is ringing. I don't care. I just want to sit here... enjoy the first spring day of the year. I know, I know... I have to go to class, but I just don't have the energy. I love the smells of spring. They soothe me... caress my senses. The green grass. The spring flowers. The sun is peeking out from behind the small white clouds.

So incredible.

I got a letter today. From Uncle Jerrick. I miss him. I miss everything back home. I hate school. But... two more years... and I'm OUTTA here. I really didn't want to go to college, but Uncle Jerrick insisted.

"Get an education. Get a job. Get married. Get children." I remember his exact words... he's so persistent.

Will I ever find a man? A man that will love me? I don't know. Maybe... Fuck that... I'm twenty one... never had a date. I guess Uncle Jerrick always was a little too much protective of me. I can understand that. After what happened to my mother.

The man she loved, and thought loved her... killed her.

I don't remember her at all. I was just a newborn when it happened... well, that's what Uncle Jerrick says. I have a picture of her. But that's all. She's beautiful and I'm not afraid to say I look a lot like her. But my eyes are very different. She has green eyes... like Uncle Jerrick. Mine are... brown. Deep brown. Almost black. I guess that was my fathers eye color.

But will I ever know?

Every time I ask Uncle Jerrick about my father he shuts up like a clam. He won't budge. And to a point I follow him... he killed his beloved sister. But I feel like I have a right to know who my father is. Even if he killed my mother... I would still like to know who he is... and if he's alive.

I've heard rumors about who he is. Well... I eavesdropped on some conversations around the mansion back home. Hell... I'm not a saint. I've been in my share of trouble. Not huge things... just small things, like--

No... I won't go into details, but every time I got caught doing something... I could feel him-- Uncle Jerrick --stare at me, like I was reminiscent of something he most of all would like to forget. Once he even yelled at me. "You're too much like your father for your own good" and when I asked what he meant... he froze. Wouldn't say anything else.

Was my father really such a bad man?

Maybe one I will find out who he i--- Now what's this? I don't know if I'm to be scared or not. But there's a man whose staring at me. He's on the other side of the court yard. I wonder how long he's been standing there... only a minute? An hour? All day?

He's coming over here. Holy shit... I'm shaking... he's HUGE! Maybe I should just had gone to class, then I wouldn't be in this situation. Whoa... he's smiling. Why do I suddenly feel not so... afraid anymore? It's like I know him... But from where?

OH GOD! It's him... HIM!

Oh no... I'm shaking again. I can't look. He's right in front of me. What the fuck? He just took a picture of me. A picture. Why? Maybe that's how he does thing nowadays. Take a picture. Go home. Wank off. Come back... and kill.

I'm so scared.

He's crouching down in front of me. He touching me. No... no! He's touching my... hair. He's smelling it.

Why can't I move?! Why can't I just run? Get away from him.

I have to look at him. I have to. He's still smiling... from ear to ear.

"I finally found you, Nedia..."

How does he know my name? What does he mean? Finally found me? He has been looking for me?

What's he doing? An envelope? He just gave me a letter. He's leaving. Why is he leaving when he just found me? He's walking away. No... This is so strange. I feel connected to him. He can't leave... NO!

He's gone. He disappeared behind the old oak tree in the park across the street. Disappeared as quickly as he appeared. What did he want? Just to see me?

I have to see what's in this envelope. I have to. Dammit! Stop SHAKING!

There... it's open.

A picture of... him and my mother.

Oh. My. God.

Is Richard B. Riddick my father?

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