Chapter 2

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I can hear the waves hitting the coast. I kind of wished that today God will take pity of me but the weather is greyer than usual but it fit my mood. I am holding this rose I bought. I look at the gravestone.

Penelope Costolini

born 1972-2006

Who always loved and cared.

I slowly put the rose on the stone. My Aunt loved the sea and I guess she is happy to know that she got buried near it.

" I'll make you proud." I say.

There was no answer. I think gravestones don't respond. I sighed. I spent about an hour looking at the gravestone. I have not gone back to my hometown for years. Other than the fact that it was too risky and the guys chasing me would easily find me here. There was nobody to go back to.

Then I look at my gravestone.

Angelo Costolini

born 1998-2006

My grave was next to hers. I am dead to everyone. To everyone I died in a house fire with my Aunt and there is no body because everything was burnd to the ground. But to me I am dead to the world but I'm pretty alive and my Aunt didn't die in a house fire but in the hands of some vivious people. I sigh and then I slowly walk towards the beach without looking backwards.

I can smell the salt of the sea and the smell of Fish and Chips. Fish and Chips doesn't sound that bad of an idea but I have to concentrate. I fish out of my pocket a piece of paper with an address. I try to memorise it and then when I knew it. I  looked around and lit my fingers on fire to burn the piece of paper. I love the smell of ashes. I smile to myself. I think I need to give my parents a visit. This is going to be awkward.

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