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The hospital floor is cold. Cold as my dead loved ones. My mother and Aiden watch from above as their lifeless bodies are wheeled away, and I can't move. I can't speak, scream, do anything. I'm not there. I'm not even there. Why is this happening, why? Why? Why must everyone I love be taken from me, torn out of my life, leaving me alone?

Two stones beside each other, words carved on them. Amelia, a loving mother who barely got to see her child grow up, whose death caused her husband to become a monster. Aiden, a twenty-two year old who'd just begun his life, after years of being neglected and lonely; Was a hopeless young woman's first true love, and will always be.

Why can't I just go with them? Let me go with them. I miss them. I love them.

Please.

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