Diary of A Murdered Girl

Epilogue: The Woman in Red

Epilogue: The Woman in Red

The woman, she was all cloaked in red. Her raven black hair was perfectly camouflaged under the hood as strains of it dangled from her ghostly white face. Shadows of rustling leaves danced over her masked features and howls of ravenous werewolves can be heard from a distanced hill. She glided over the muddy ground silently, her footsteps not leaving a single sound behind. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie yellow glow over the forestland. No other living creatures were seen or heard... for everything was either dead or dying. In her hands, she held a rose, its stem wrapping around her bony wrist like a bracelet.

There was a clearing ahead and her rhythm of motion quicken as she neared the open space. Slowly, her features began to appear and what was so shocking was not her stitched mouth, crisscrossed with a pattern of dark lines but her hollowed eyes, darkly indented where her eyeballs had once been. The thorny stem of the rose started to unwind from her wrist and ever slowly, drops of blood began to drip until a vertical river of dark maroonish liquid flowed from her hands. A normal person would wipe their blood away, maybe even cry in pain but instead, she smiled a sly smile, her mouth stretching into a horrific grin.

In the middle of the forest, surrounded on all sides by trees, she stood with both her arms aside, waiting and watching patiently. A loud scream sounded from deep beneath the dense forest, their branches twisted like distorted limbs reaching out towards her. Regardless, she did not move an inch and continued staring into space. Minutes away from midnight, the marks began to appear, thick black and blue bruises with scraps of rotten skin hanging from her neck where the blood had dried. Slowly, the moon began to fill out, getting bigger and rounder gradually, rays of light piercing through the darkness surrounding the forest. Now, it hung beautifully in the sky as the full moon dawned over the woman like a gigantic eyeball.

"Finally..." she whispered to herself, so quietly it was more of a thought than a whisper. Veils of black smoke rose from her body. A spark flared and soon enough, the burning flames of anger, pain and restlessness began to eat her up, spreading from the very edge of her cloak to the tip of her nose. Before long, the woman was engulfed in fire. First her clothes then gradually her skin and lastly her bones, layer by layer her body slowly degraded into a pile of charred remains. Now, black ashes remained where the woman stood, blown slightly by the wind. As if being sucked by an invisible vacuum, the pile of ashes started to float like seeds of a dandelion blowing away, disappearing and dissolving into nothingness.

Gone and vanished into thin air, what is left of the woman is now resting on the ground, its petals as red as ever under the moonlight. What is left of her is now replaced by a single red rose, a blood red rose...and that woman is me. Hi, my name is Rose, like the flower. I was 15 years old when I was murdered, on August 15 2013. I was gagged and strangled, hung on a rope and made to think that I had committed suicide...all by the same person, someone I had trusted dearly. I was the girl who got murdered; the woman in red and this is my story, the ending, my happily ever after. I was trapped in a dark place and now I'm free, I have finally found closure. The rose, may it serve as a warning and a reminder.The End...

Finally.

Rose