CONTAINS ADULT THEMES //
Memento mori, remember you must die. We would all succumb to death eventually, and some, if not a vast majority dwelt on that thought.
No living entity knew what was to happen after death, or where people went. Some people believed in heaven, some believed in the reincarnation of souls, and some believed in a more fictional state, a limbo.
Sophía atela, a young, free spirited soul fell under the last category. She had always fantasized about where people went after death, sketching, researching, and even sometimes writing about what she believed her own limbo would be like.
She lived on the rather popular latin saying, living life to the fullest.
Now a young college graduate, she finds herself trapped in her limbo, but to her despair, it wasn't what she imagined.
She was surely alive, but death wasn't too far behind.
What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life.
But at the same time, I'm not.
Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?