I'm Sorry. (GraveYard's horror story)

 A hiker's POV

It was a cool autumn night. There was a light fog and a waxing moon. There was a soft light overhead, but there was no wind present. There's fallen leaves on the ground, crunching as I walk on a trail alone. It made a lovely, yet odd sound.
Crunch.
I jumped back slightly, surprised by the noise. I usually do my best to avoid stepping on twigs on leaves, I must have stepped on them by accident.
I was taking this nice little walk through the woods, which helps me relieve stress, a great pass time with everyone in bed, and no one to brother me. Around eleven o'clock, I took a stop near a large lake for a small break. I've been having trouble with my family. And before you ask, I don't drink, God no.
I recently got fired for being late so many times. I wouldn't have been so late if I didn't have to drop off my daughter, May, at daycare. My wife, Grace, would've done it herself if she didn't have that spinal injury. If she didn't get into a car accident, she could walk and even drive. But life gives you that kind of shit, right?
Grace and I often been getting into arguments about it and our little 6 year old girl overheard us during our last argument by complete accident. It hurt me dearly when I saw tears running down her small face since was only yesterday.
The waxing moon shining bright against the smooth lake. I admired it's beauty, until I noticed that the lake's smoothness wasn't all there. I saw small ripples in the water and glanced where the water ripples were coming from.
There was a young girl skipping stones in the lake. I couldn't see her face with it being so dark, yet I could see her hair was a brown mess and she was wearing a violet turtleneck with a long black skirt. For some reason, she had nothing on her feet. That poor girl should be freezing out here. Curious and concerned, I quietly made my way over towards her.
The young girl saw me and took a step back, probably nervous by some stranger approaching her.
I asked in a worried voice, "Hey kid, are you lost? I won't hurt you, I swear."
Her reply was concerning she stuttered out, "N-No. No please, g-go away. I'd rather not h-hurt you."
I started approaching her reaching out to her slowly, "Woah kid hurt me? Why would you do th—?"
Her expression turned to fear, scrabbling for a long object on the ground, grabbed it, and then swung it quick towards my face. Luckily for me, I got back before it had a meeting with my face.
She tried to kill me with a shovel.
The girl tried to take another swing at my head. I, not wanting to die, took a hold of her shovel and managed to rip it out of her hands. She yelped as I threw the shovel far from us.
I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her down to a nearby tree. She winced and was shaking as I did so. I could see her better now. The girl had dried blood stains on her clothes, opened wounds on her fearful face, and guilt ridden brown eyes.
I demanded, "What the Hell is wrong with you?! Trying to murder me for no damn reason? Are you insane or just some stupid hoser, kid?"
The bloodied girl began to mutter words I could not hear.
"Speak up, I can't heard you!", I spoke angrily at this kid.
She looked at me in my eyes, her eyes looked strained, saying, "I'm sorry."
A load, painful ringing began in my eardrums. I released her as I covered my ears. After a few seconds of irritating ringing, it stopped and The forest and the girl seemed to dissolve around me as the air became cold. The area formed into a hospital room, quiet. This felt so real and I felt a shiner down my spine as I heard Grace called out towards me.
I smelt a foul stench coming from my wife. There.. There was an autopsy being preformed on her. Right on the bed in front of me. Oh God, that smell..that horrible smell, it was too real. I could hear them cutting into her insides.. I tried to go towards Grace but I couldn't move my body. I couldn't move anything and had to watch the autopsy. I felt my heart race as my wife kept calling for me. She was dead and was insulting me and calling me a failure.
I knew her spinal condition was awful but I didn't think this would happen so soon. Dear God, she's right. I am a failure. I can't do anything right. I can't even take care of Grace. Those thoughts kept running around in my mind, a tape recorder on repeat. Failure. Failure. Failure. I can't take this anymore, let it end! Her words ring in my ears as I just wanted to die. So I could feel my numbed arms move towards my pockets and pulled out my pocket knife. I jabbed it into my fucking throat to stop this.
I was shot back into reality as I gagged and gasped for air. I gargled blood come out of my mouth and new wound as I stumbled back and tripped over a rock, my head now underwater. The water itself blurred my vision.
For some reason, I tried to get up, now just so desperate for life, but the girl with the guilt ridden eyes got on top of me and kept me underneath. I squirted and kicked but my vision soon faded to darkness. The last thing I saw was my murderer.