CHAPTER XLVII - BURY A FRIEND

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LILAC, it stood for renewal and confidence, Lilacs were a flower, the meaning depending solely on the colour, white lilacs representing purity and innocence, purple lilacs representing spirituality, blue representing happiness and tranquility, pink representing love and passion. For the ancient Greeks, lilacs were an integral part of the story of Pan, the god of forests and fields, it was said that Pan was in love with a nymph named Syringa and it was as he was chasing her through the forest one day, she turned herself into a lilac shrub to disguise herself because she was afraid of him, and it is said these flowers are always the most fragrant of the bunch, it is for this reason that for many years to come that generations saw them as the ethereal plants they were, why the celtics saw their sweet fragrance as a form of magic, and why the victorians saw them as a sign of old love. It was rather funny how over time the meaning had changed so much, that as generations formed new beliefs they changed, time was funny like that, ever changing but never slowing down for anybody.

Time, twenty four hours, one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, eighty six thousand four hundred seconds that's all it takes to save your life, to change you life for better or for worse. One single day can pull us from the depths of despair, from pits of never ending misery, or they can break us into a millions pieces, but the truth is nobody knows exactly how a day will pan out, nobody is capable of knowing all the good and bad that is in their destiny but one single day can fill us with more possibilities than we could fathom to imagine, possibilities to solve our problems or to end our misery, a single day changes everything. The amount of hours and seconds and minutes that happened during a day never changed, but yet each one is different, in Beacon Hills each day is one filled with the supernatural of the town and fights not known to those who know not of what lurks in the night, because a single day could change all of that, a single day could realign to stars, change a persons destiny, it could change the future, but one thing that could not be changed was death, because

Death was inevitable.

When Lilac Collins was a child, she was never like other children, she was never scared of monsters under her bed or the bogey man, she had a fear that nobody ever seemed to understand, Lilac was afraid to die. She was afraid to fall asleep in case she never woke up, she was afraid to go swimming with her friends in case she drowned, she was afraid to go to school in case a shooter walked through the door, she had fears that no doctor or psychiatrist could understand, to them it was almost frightening that such a tiny child was scared of such horrific things. She was afraid of things no little girl should be, but even at such a young age, she never was like other girls. She felt things too deeply, she felt others pain as if it was her own, she cried when her classmates did, she was happy when her friends were and she was angry when they were too, it was all too much for her little body to handle. Lilac Collins was born with a gene, one that made her different from any human, from that moment Jackson Whittemore and Lilac Collins were pulled from the corpse of their dead mother, they were not human.

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