White Rose

Chapter 23: Jane's POV

A/N: I apologize for the long wait between updates. I've been thinking and I feel it is almost time for this story to end. It's been amazing and I'm so thankful for the feedback and support I've gotten. Enjoy!

Also~ Just curious as to which character you think I write better...?

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She was so small, fragile, curled up against my chest, her head resting in the crook of my neck. Her breathing had evened out hours ago, she had fallen asleep crying in my arms. I gently layed her down on the bed and she pulled on my shirt in protest.

"Go to sleep my love." I whispered in her ear and kissed her temple, "I have to run some errands, I'll be back later. I love you." I kiss her again and slowly rise from the bed, taking in her sleepy figure.

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She didn't know where I was going, she couldn't know. I couldn't risk hurting her more, she'd been through enough these past few months. I took a left turn onto a dusty, bumpy trail, stirring up a cloud as I drove forward. It was calmer than I had remembered it, the soft sunlight and gentle breeze stirring the limbs of the weeping willows that shaded the graves. I parked my car and pinched my nose, inhaling deeply. The annual trip to my biggest mistake.

I walked towards Charlotte and Angela, my hands in my pockets. I saw flowers and stuffed animals sitting around their headstones, something that broke my heart a little more with each passing year.

"Hi Angela," I sighed, kneeling in front of her, "it's been another year and he's still out there. He's hurting Teresa and I don't know what to do. I can't lose her too. I... I still love you two but I've finally started to move on. I love her Angela," my voice cracked and I ran my fingers across her name, "I can't lose her too. She won't ever replace the two of you and you have to believe that. I'm just, I'm finally getting happy again. I love you." I lean forward and kiss Angela's marker, the stone cold against my lips, "You are safe, you are loved, and you are wise."

"Charlotte," I chuckle lightly, squatting next to her marker, "you would have been 16 this year." Tears start to form in my eyes, "I miss you so much and I hate myself every day for not getting to watch you grow up. I'm sure you would've been beautiful, you had Mom's eyes." I rub my temples and start looking through her gifts: cards from her best friends, flowers, and a stuffed pony. I pick up the pony and make it prance across her headstone, I knew if she saw me she would have laughed. Then something fell from the horse's bridle, a small piece of paper, folded neatly in fourths.

My hands started to shake as I opened the paper, "Baby you are safe, loved, and wise." I leaned down and kissed her marker like I had done with Angela's before sprinting back to my car.

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My dear Patrick, here we are again. I told you this was my game, why don't you understand? Teresa's brothers are lovely, it was great to play with them. The game is almost over. You left them alone and asleep, now is where the fun starts. They are both so beautiful, I'm glad they'll be able to help me.

Tyger, tyger.

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Shorter chapter with a cliffhanger because I'm annoying xD Comments, votes, and follows are always appreciated. I already miss Vega :,(