prologue °
•Meghan!•
•Mom!•
•Meghan, go! run now!•
and in that moment I stared at her lifeless body lying on the floor.
she was beautiful. but dead, it was the mixture of flowers and blood.
I should have not left her. now she is covered in blood and a hole on her shirt.
I filled myself with guilt. more guilt and more.
the person who shot her doesen't know love, he knows I might be my mother's sister, but her daughter.
I was so stupid for letting go of the person that raised me perfectly, I cannot forget the gorgeous woman I had in my life. but she is gone, deadly gone.
I stared at the broken mirror which I just broke and removed my mother's dress and put on her beautiful white duster.
I layer her down on the black covers on the bed and put her flower crown ontop of her head.
I smiled, knowing that she is in heaven smiling down at me.
A daughter's love is charming.
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lol hi,
i'm a crappy writer.
