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She could feel herself fading away. Her presence on Earth was now just a memory to those she loved. She could no longer go running in that beloved cornfield, laughing with her sister who always lagged behind no matter how hard she tried to catch up. She found herself walking slowly among the Earth's surface looking down at her family who were crying out their loss. The priest was talking in slow motions as if not to offend any of the grieving members of my family. My sister was the one who stood out the most, trying to comfort our mother as best she could. She was now the oldest, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. She couldn't erase the fact that I had died, she couldn't go back in time to stop the murder. Her thoughts was what stood out the most for me, it was the damned. It was the lust of revenge as she looked at our mother, a mother whose tears were streaming down her face as she looked at the black coffin which on top laid my favourite of all flowers, a bleeding heart. As a little girl I was fascinated with the way it looked like a love heart, I liked how no matter where I was I would always think of someone special whenever I thought of them. As I looked up there were bright blue lights shining down on me, but I couldn't leave. Not yet. I still had a reason to stay, a reason and a hope. A hope that my sister whose life was really only beginning wouldn't ruin it for the death of me. Revenge is something people find to be a mistake. It's a taking of a life; it's the feeling that makes your bones shatter. The reason was enough to make anyone stay, the love of a man. He was there next my father, trying his hardest not to cry as they started to lower me down. A feeling of shame casted around him, the shame that he wasn't there to save me; to protect me from the monster. But even now, I learned that everything happens for a reason. When one door opens another one closes. It's his life that I would watch; it's his life that I would roam around. Singing to him as he fell asleep, I would watch his life grow until that time would come that he would join me. I turned my back on those lights. I just walked away, roaming in a between life and those lights of heaven. I would wait.

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She could feel herself fading away. Her presence on Earth was now just a memory to those she loved. She could no longer go running in that beloved cornfield, laughing with her sister who always lagged behind no matter how hard she tried to catch up. She found herself walking slowly among the Earth's surface looking down at her family who were crying out their loss. The priest was talking in slow motions as if not to offend any of the grieving members of my family. My sister was the one who stood out the most, trying to comfort our mother as best she could. She was now the oldest, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. She couldn't erase the fact that I had died, she couldn't go back in time to stop the murder. Her thoughts was what stood out the most for me, it was the damned. It was the lust of revenge as she looked at our mother, a mother whose tears were streaming down her face as she looked at the black coffin which on top laid my favourite of all flowers, a bleeding heart. As a little girl I was fascinated with the way it looked like a love heart, I liked how no matter where I was I would always think of someone special whenever I thought of them. As I looked up there were bright blue lights shining down on me, but I couldn't leave. Not yet. I still had a reason to stay, a reason and a hope. A hope that my sister whose life was really only beginning wouldn't ruin it for the death of me. Revenge is something people find to be a mistake. It's a taking of a life; it's the feeling that makes your bones shatter. The reason was enough to make anyone stay, the love of a man. He was there next my father, trying his hardest not to cry as they started to lower me down. A feeling of shame casted around him, the shame that he wasn't there to save me; to protect me from the monster. But even now, I learned that everything happens for a reason. When one door opens another one closes. It's his life that I would watch; it's his life that I would roam around. Singing to him as he fell asleep, I would watch his life grow until that time would come that he would join me. I turned my back on those lights. I just walked away, roaming in a between life and those lights of heaven. I would wait.