[ WP ] Tell a charming story from one character 's POV that becomes really sick and twisted from another POV

`` Daddy! Daddy you're superman! You made the world better today! All the kids at school were talking about it! I love you, Daddy!'' 
 
 He smiles at me, the'dance recital' smile of approval I love so much. 
 
 `` Mommy's making dinner! Tell me a story about your day, Daddy! Tell me!'' 
 
 `` Sweetheart, let me hang up my coat and say hello to your mother. Wait for me on the couch, Love.'' 
 
 I let go of his leg and run to the living room. He joins me in there not a minute later. 
 
 `` Tell me about it!'' I say expectedly, jumping on his lap and fiddling with the beautiful silver shield pinned to his shirt. 
 
 `` Well, I used my super powers to stop the bad man.'' 
 
 `` I saw you on TV! You're famous!'' 
 
 `` Not really, honey. Just doing my job. Keeping you safe,'' he says, bopping me on the nose. 
 
 `` My Daddy is a superhero!'' 
 
 - 
 
 Nobody showed up. I waited hours and hours but nobody came. I waited until the priest checked his watch and, informed me I still owed him for the time. 
 I waited, but it was still a one-man service 
 
 They did n't come to say goodbye. 
 
 I dried my eyes and kissed my dad goodbye. 
 
 Nobody held me. Nobody helped me mourn. 
 
 I walked home alone, under the setting sun. 
 
 *Dad is six feet under. My god, he's gone. Fuck! He's gone- He's dead! * 
 
 I struggled to keep my own thoughts from killing me. When I walked over the bridge I stopped to ponder joining him. 
 
 At home I quietly went upstairs, trying to appear poised. 
 
 `` Ma? You awake.'' I whispered, barely audible over the whistling of her oxygen machine. 
 
 `` Honey? How'd it go?'' She stammered, a sob clearly lodged in her throat. 
 
 I should n't tell her. It'd kill her to know. 
 
 `` Nobody came, Ma.'' 
 
 *Dammit, you moron. Shut up! * 
 
 `` Wha- what do you mean nobody came?'' She did n't cry. I reckon she did n't have the strength to. 
 
 `` He died a lawless man. No one wanted to associate with that.'' 
 
 `` Do n't you dare say that!'' She tried ( and failed ) to yell. `` He died for *me*. You know that damn well. That idiot had to do what he did.'' She took a moment to catch her breathe. 
 `` Dear Lord, he died for me. I could n't even go to his funeral.'' 
 
 I could n't respond. Just stand in silence as a took in my mothers words, letting the smell of her perfume and antiseptic mix in my nose. She was right. If we had health insurance, if we had money, he would n't have stolen a thing. He would n't have held anybody at gun point. He'd be alive. My mother would be laying on her sickbed in a hospital, instead of her deathbed in her moldy, poorly insulated bedroom. 
 
 `` It hurts, Love.'' She says, weaker than before. 
 
 I'm back in reality. 
 
 `` I know, mom.'' 
 
 `` No, I mean...'' She trails off, giving a weak gesture to her IV. 
 
 Oh. It *hurts*. 
 
 Without another word between us I grab the syringe off the bedside table, sticking it in the clear plastic tubing and pushing the poisonous relief into her veins. 
 
 `` This'll put you to sleep for a few hours. You know the drill.'' 
 I wait a moment for the morphine haze to become all engulfing, until I know she ca n't hear me. 
 
 `` Sleep tight, mom. I'm going out for a little bit, but I'll be back in to morning.'' 
 
 `` I need to go kill a cop.''
