After all that had taken place, however, the one question which was still very much a burden to Damian, was why the one responsible for Sadie's death was never even found. The pain brought to Damian, by not only the horrific event of losing Sadie, but also having to live with the knowledge that her killer will never be sentenced... To Damian, that felt almost as if he himself were paying the price for what happened. A price he would no doubt be paying, for the rest of his long life to come. He was more than able to accept the blame, though. It was the one thing about the whole tragedy, that made any sense to him at all at this point.
It was no secret that the one whom had killed Sadie, was now free to drive the roads once more. It was surely an indescribable feeling for Damian, one he knew he would never let go of. How could he, after all that his precious little girl had suffered through? He was alone again, just as he had been before he first met Francesca. Every one of the treasured memories he'd shared with her and Sadie, would forever be locked in a place they could never be taken from. Somehow, somewhere, Damian just knew his two perfect angels would be looking down on him, always and forever more. That much, he surely felt for certain.
Perhaps, as is quite so often commonly stated in our everyday lives, there are a number of things in life which are just best left unsaid; mysteries best left unsolved; reasons best left undisclosed. After all, whomever did state that it was up to us mere humans to up and solve all the harrowing, growing problems of this big, wide world in which we so habitually live our everyday lives? Something we never ask ourselves.
I suppose, if one would choose to look at it this way – that would be why they call it 'fate'...
"The development of events outside a person's control, regarded as predetermined by a supernatural power."
It is decided for us, not by us; we simply aren't worthy of a say in what happens to us, in our own lives. Or perhaps we are and we never were given the chance to speak our minds. Maybe, just maybe this is all part of the problem. The problem that so many of us struggle to face, on a near daily basis in our lives.
'Fate' is often defined as the universal principle or ultimate agency, by which the order of things is presumably prescribed; the decreed cause of events in time, which ultimately piece together our own individual destinies – each one very different from the next person's, which then creates a chain. A chain which is never-ending and never bestows the same fate, twice. It was the way of the universe and its ways of natural order. Some may say, this is why everything happens for a reason. Though this is not always enough; it partly depends upon what personal tragedies, one has been through and survived in their own lifetime.
Mistakes, however large or catastrophic, can happen to the best of us though, regardless of what some may say. To not prepare for life at all, is to then live life on the edge – not always a wise decision, as has been proven in the past. Leading someone down an unfamiliar road, when they struggle to find their bearings or cannot see familiar landmarks to help find their way – it is at these times in life, when we may think that there's just no point in continuing to walk on further. Though sometimes, we all have those moments, where we feel the square peg isn't going to fit the round hole. No matter how hard we may try to make it so.
In the end, it's what's left that a person carries with them – frustration, anger, sometimes hurt and each one of these feelings, emotions can be stirring 'round and going nowhere. We as people can imagine, build things up, think the worst things "will be". After something happens, it's the "should've, could've", then playing it out in the mind. At times, the "what if something worse happens next time" as a result. The reality about fantasy is, that it's not real and therefore cannot do anything, unless allowed to. The only power it has is what someone gives it. Imagining what might, or could, happen to us is again simply a powerless fantasy.
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Child Without a Voice.
Horror- - - - It had been merely a year, since the occurrence of that one tragic incident. Yet in spite of it all, Damian could still remember what had happened, as if it were only yesterday. The loud, ear-piercing screeches of the speeding vehicle's tire...
