Death's Angel

Chapter 1 ~ I'm Sorry

I shut the last diary close and lock it up tight, tears still pouring down my face, but sadness isn’t the only emotion running through me. Pure hatred is running through my body all the way down to my bones. I can feel it; it feels like my bones are made of fire, so much hatred threatening to explode. I push my anger to the back of my mind, and just cry, I scream as loud as I can and just let it all come out. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, I’m so sorry you had to bear it all alone, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice anything, I’m sorry for everything.

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I lay the last flower more specifically lily on her body, She looks like an angel, so beautifully lying there, the mirror image of me; But so much more beautiful, because she was sweet, and kind. Tears rush out once again, as mother comes over and hugs me, while the minister shuts the coffin as they begin to bury her in the ground, the cold lonely ground. Mother whispers to me through her tears “Why her? Why our beautiful, sweet and lovely daughter?” What did she ever do to them!” father comes over and holds her tight, they just cry, for what seems like forever.

Memories of her flash through my mind, years of memories. Like how the first word she spoke was my name, She lit up the room with her undying kindness, She was smart, too smart I guess. Her smile still engraved in my mind, yet images of her begging for help haunted me.

I wish I had been here, here for her, Instead of hours away, in another city. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE! HERE FOR HER! I'M HER FUCKIN TWIN FOR HEAVENS SAKE!

Tears just keep coming, as I mentally berate myself for not having been there for her.

After a while of just the sound of crying, Mom and dad look at me and say “They won’t get away with this, will they Annalisa?”

A devilish smile appears on my face “No of course they won’t mother & father” I say in a voice so sweet that it sounds like the devil’s voice itself.

The three of us exit the cemetery, after a funeral that no one knew existed. Today we three lost something irreplaceable, something that even all the love in the world could not replace; and we would not forget, nor would we forgive.

For when we lose something so precious, someone has to pay do they not?