Drop dead

Epilogue

Elizabella

The whole country mourned him but not the innocent man who died in prison, his whole life stolen from him. The whole country paid their respects for a remorseless murderer. The whole country swore revenge on whoever wanted justice. 

The whole country made him out to be a hero, a legend, a good person. None of them thought twice about his sister, about how it never seemed right how she died, the conclusion the police came too. Her boyfriend had beaten her to death with a rock. But metres away from her body, there was a bloody brick. Nobody cared about the girl who claimed that he had raped her. He was a good guy, a brilliant player- therefore it couldn't be true. 

People called the murderer a monster for taking a father away from his children. but she knew that she had saved them from his anger, his wrath. She had done a good thing, not just for her but the whole world. They'd be able to discuss it in Hell anyway. 

She longed to go back to when she was just a teenager, who thought her whole life was ahead of her and already knew who she was going to marry before he took it away from her. 

She's still angry, she still wants to scream but she can't because he's dead now and she doesn't regret it. She's got no one else to blame for her pain, she enjoyed the taste of blood. Her hands shake as she thinks that she should kill someone else. But she can't. Her purpose here is done. 

So, there she stands on the bridge. The bridge where she first kissed him. The bridge where she first told her brother to fuck off. The bridge where for the first time in her life, she felt free. The bridge that had angered the town. The bridge that she used to runaway when her Mum got too drunk and her brother too angry.  

She looked down at the river when they skinny-dipped, where they had gone kayaking on their school camps. The river they drank at, where they had fun away from the eyes of prying adults. The river where they planned to meet up that night but she never showed. 

The train tracks, where she lay dying, are out of site from here and that brings her some comfort.  

She can feel her anger fading, being replaced by eternal sadness.  She almost laughs. She never thought she'd come back here, stand in the same spot they once did. 

The bridge is empty, not many people on such a cold day. In some areas it's snowing but she's never seen the snow, and she never will. She didn't have any friends- Valentina hates her, Paige has returned to her old life and Miles is a pathetic sook. Cute though. 

She never really thought about what she'd do after she killed him. She had no reason to stay. She had nowhere to go. The country she knew was dead. She shouldn't even be alive. She knew she had to do it. She couldn't keep living on borrowed time. 

With one leg dangling over the edge of the bridge, she started to lose her balance. She always loved the water, it was mesmerising to her. She had often dreamt that it was how she was going to die. 

She heard someone yell in the distance, she looked at them and smiled. This is what she wants. And she feels herself plummet towards the rough waters. The icy waters hit her skin, and she closes her eyes for one last time, not caring how her lungs fight for air. 

Valentina

She had watched Elizabella leave in the early hours of the morning, Elizabella had always been secretive- especially when it came to why she needed them. For some reason, it had bothered her that Elizabella hadn't returned after two days. It was only when Elizabella's blue and cold face was splashed across newspapers, without a name to it did her heart sink. 

She sought comfort in knowing that Elizabella would be happy again, that she was no longer in pain. She found comfort in that she had tried, many times, to stop Elizabella whose pain drove her to murder.