{{Nice post, and I'm Rosalyn's mother... I was offline -.- My daughter's corpse possessed by Baver and I'm offline... Oh, I also included this in the Funeral thread for her. Thought it would be nice to put this here, since it fits in.}} 

 

Lost… What happened to me? It seems like the world is so cruel, and yet, there are moments where everything is so wonderfully beautiful, like the Heavens we choose to believe in. Is there an afterlife? Is there something after death? No, I doubt that. For if what we believe is true, then why would the demon taken my darling Rosalyn? Took her straight from the mausoleum, they say. I never wanted to part with her… In my heart I never did. Perhaps that was the key point with life; you never want to part with anything, anyone. Life seems too short, for hearts too large. For the people who can't manage to struggle from day to day; Sitting up for hours in the heartless night, when no one is there to make you feel all better. And then there are the guilted, the ones who have blood on their hands. They stay up too, no matter how innocent. Just like me… Celelil was the 'bad guy'… right? That's what I am told, "It was justified." Or "Don't worry Elaine; it was the right thing to do." Well, what if it wasn't? What if, Celelil holding the dagger to Morgan's head, ready to kill her was the right thing to do? Or what if, I let her go first, then I would've been dead, never saw the note in little Rosalyn's handwriting, written right before she was murdered; "I love you Mommy."  What if… No, there are no more answers. No more pain to describe the way I feel, because I should've died that night, and the many nights after it. It's not right… It will never be right, or fair. Life isn't fair; it's just a game, the Gods flicking us around like pawns, in their palace in the skies. Or maybe, it's just coincidences that bring us all together, like a warm quilt. Woven pieces of cloth, burlap, and silk, no matter what your class, or standings in politics, I am pretty damn sure that there will be no difference in who you were when you get to Heaven or Hell. It seems that it is based off of the weight of your heart, and deeds you have done. Or perhaps, there is no Heaven or Hell, maybe there is just darkness, or perhaps, the weight of your heart makes you fall; if you experience so much pain, and feel so guilty, you'll sink in the Waters of Chance, but if you are an 'innocent' and experience less pain, and feel no guilt; you float, rise up out of the waters and see what is there for you. Maybe that is what life is. Just a messed up, twisted place, where you have no choice but to follow along the current, caught in torrential waves, barely keeping your head above water.