I just want five minutes

Finally, everyone finally knew what had happened, sorta. The police found my body hiding where it was, I watched as they retraced each of my steps. I watched as my father being his usual self didn't listen to the police officers and tried to see me lying in that cold wet sewer. “Keep him out!” I tried to say but no one could hear me. I did not want him to see me there, I did not want him to see me like that. It was bad enough that he had to go identify the body as me, but to see his expression, it totally sucked. His heart was broken and I could tell he was just lost, didn't know what to think. I knew at that moment even before i heard him say that he was going to find my killer and do him in. That is not what I wanted though, I just wanted him to move on and try to be happy with Annabeth and my sisters, be a great father, not behind bars. It hurts to walk around and see everybody upset, even my stepmother who always seemed like she just put up with me, and used me for juicy gossip, even she could barely contain herself. I wish i could just say that everything was ok, that I am ok and I am not angry. I hate not being able to comfort the ones I love and stop them from doing something extremely stupid. I just want five minutes to tell them to move on and everything is ok, and that I will see them eventually, just five minutes, that is all I want.