My Daughter. My Eva.

Something to live for

I wanted to end it. I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear without a trace, to be with my sweet, sweet Eva again. I dragged myself to the church to visit her grave one last time before joining her in the afterlife, if it even existed. I layed my head on the cold, marble gravestone and cried properly for the first time in weeks. Letting my emotions wash over me like a waterfall. I could just curl up here like before, but people would notice, drag me away like before. I couldn't have that. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the entrance to a cave that lead underneath the graveyard. Bingo. Somewhere close to Eva but out the way of the public eye. Perfect. Truly perfect. I got up and wandered inside, running my hand along the rough, wet stone; Not caring at all when any particularly jagged stone cut it open. I deserved the pain. I let my daughter die. I my eyes adjusted to the darkness pretty quickly, I could see the end looming closer. But something was wrong. The wall at the end of the cave was writhing, almost as if it was alive. Was it alive? Was it a collection of countless dead souls, doomed to roam this torturous plane for all eternity? Was Eva amongst them? Should I even continue? Yes. I had to continue. I had made my choice, there was no way I could turn back. I approached the mass, it seemed to be some sort of mould. My inner biologist wanted to take a sample and thoroughly analyze it, but there was no way I could do that now. I paced closer and closer until I was almost directly touching it. Something felt wrong. Really wrong. I hastily stumbled back, away from that thing but it grabbed me by my arms and legs with strong tendrils that I couldn't break free from.

Pain. Physical agony like I had never felt it before. Indescribable, pure torture. I screamed and yelled but no-one could hear me. Just like I had wanted. To die alone. But did I really want that? I found that I couldn't answer that question anymore. My mind became flooded with false memories. Ones that didn't belong to me. I was forced to watch the dying moments, hear the dying thoughts of everyone who had ever been buried in that graveyard. Including Eva. She didn't die in my arms like I thought. She died cold and alone, surrounded by strangers. All she thought was, 'Where is mum? Where is mum?!' over and over and over again, panicked, frantic. Why was that mould doing this to me? Why!? I felt bad enough without it hammering in more guilt! I could feel my sanity slipping away from me. Who could keep a clear head in those circumstances? The Megamycite. That was it's name. The Megamycite, it gave me immeasurable power, infinite knowledge! It gave me the necessary tools to bring back my darling Eva. How could I pass up the chance to live? The chance to see Eva go through those awkward teenage years, get married, maybe even start a family of her own? I could be a grandmother, all of it was a reachable goal thanks to the glorious Megamycite! It was my saviour. It gave me a second chance at life. It made me the person I am today. Mother Miranda.