21: I Was Here

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"I wanna say I lived each day until I died. And know that I meant something in somebody's life. The hearts I have touched will be the proof that I leave that I made a difference and this world will see I was here."
- Beyoncé

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6 years ago...

October 2014

[A/N: This is the real Mia and you're only getting an image of her right now because this is a flashback to way before she was in someone else's body

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[A/N: This is the real Mia and you're only getting an image of her right now because this is a flashback to way before she was in someone else's body.]

Mia Dublin

I stood there in the graveyard with a tear slipping down my cheek as I watched my casket being lowered into the ground.

"Don't cry mama." I said standing to the side of her watching as she sobbed and my father held her.

"My baby! That bastard took my baby away from me! Please lord just give her back. PLEASE." She held her chest falling to her knees and it was then I looked at my 8 year old son Mylo who'd gotten down on his knees to comfort my mother.

"Don't cry granny. P-please don't cry." Mylo sniffled trying to hold back his own tears.

My heart broke seeing my family grieving so hard. It broke even more for my child to lose his mother at such a young age. They were all so heartbroken and I just wanted to let them know that I was here. I wanted to hug them and tell them that everything would be okay. I wanted to tell them not to worry about me but they couldn't hear me. I'd died violently to a man who'd taken the easy way out instead of being brought to justice. I was dead but my spirit was trapped here. I wiped my eyes and walked away unable to watch and hear the horrific sobs.

I'd done so much good when I was alive and I'd made the mistake of falling for a married man

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I'd done so much good when I was alive and I'd made the mistake of falling for a married man. My karma for that was death. Murdered when I was pregnant with my second child that had been made with a man who didn't give a damn about me. He didn't know. Nobody knew. I'd been too ashamed to tell anyone about the pregnancy. That had come out when my name had made newspaper headlines. I didn't expect me to go to heaven for my sins but why was my spirit still on this earth when I had been buried?

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