
Life beyond the grave has always been a mystery, something everyone interprets differently, though they do not figure out the truth until it's too late. Until you're floating in limbo with the hope of being free long gone. Until you've gotten past being dead, gotten past mourning never being able to see your daughter take her first steps, or mourning that your husband shall either wallow in self pity after your death or completely forget about you and find someone new. Until you are empty. But

"She didn't have to die!" I screamed at the sky. "You could have left her to say her good-byes first!" I screamed again, with my voice cracking at the end. Nothing was right, and nothing was going to be right with her gone. It was all this so-called 'God's fault. He takes everything away from me, everything. When I was five he took our dog Penny away. When I was 11 he took Mama, and he took Pops too. Not to mention Aunt Aly; the drunken rat that raised me for 5 years during

I can't judge. I understand why they do too. Our life is one weird life. It's screwed and skewed. Anything nasty and vial like our town should be judged. I want to get out, and give mom less worry. I just need sometime to figure where I'm going. . . . . Aubrey had lived in a weird place all her life. This small town was ruled by it's own president and it's own government. It may sound fun to other people but there are horrible beliefs. The girls are not allowed to talk until a man falls in love

Life beyond the grave has always been a mystery, something everyone interprets differently, though they do not figure out the truth until it's too late. Until you're floating in limbo with the hope of being free long gone. Until you've gotten past being dead, gotten past mourning never being able to see your daughter take her first steps, or mourning that your husband shall either wallow in self pity after your death or completely forget about you and find someone new. Until you are empty. But

"She didn't have to die!" I screamed at the sky. "You could have left her to say her good-byes first!" I screamed again, with my voice cracking at the end. Nothing was right, and nothing was going to be right with her gone. It was all this so-called 'God's fault. He takes everything away from me, everything. When I was five he took our dog Penny away. When I was 11 he took Mama, and he took Pops too. Not to mention Aunt Aly; the drunken rat that raised me for 5 years during

I can't judge. I understand why they do too. Our life is one weird life. It's screwed and skewed. Anything nasty and vial like our town should be judged. I want to get out, and give mom less worry. I just need sometime to figure where I'm going. . . . . Aubrey had lived in a weird place all her life. This small town was ruled by it's own president and it's own government. It may sound fun to other people but there are horrible beliefs. The girls are not allowed to talk until a man falls in love