I know this chapter probably doesn't make sense, but I didn't tell what was happening on purpose, you're supposed to try and figure that out as you read. The chapters after this will make more sense, I promise. And I just have to warn you, this is pretty depressing.
Epilogue
Margaret stood on the cliff that over looked the water The surrounding seemed to fit her mood perfectly. The sky was hazed over as the water gently thrashed against the rocks. The salty air filled her nose. All she could do was stand there and stare in complete shock. The breeze blew some of her hair over her face, but she didn't care. Right now she didn't care about anything. As much as she hated for people to see her cry, she didn't care if they saw her. Nothing mattered right now. The biggest part of her life had just been taken away from her. She held up her clenched fist and tightly closed her eyes as she opened it. Laying in the palm of her hand was a small little locket. Slowly she opened her eyes to see the all to familiar item. It was the same as it had been when it had been given to her four years ago. It held so many memories that were dear to her and all it could do was remind her.
"No," she softly whimpered.
Turning her hand over, she dropped the locket onto the ground in front of her. It just hurt too much to even look at it.
"No!" she cried out as she fell down on her knees and sobbed. Covering her face, she cried out the tears of regret, sorrow, and emptiness that she was feeling. Right now she felt as if she were the most vulnerable person in the world.
She sat at her house in her bedroom as she made sure that she had everything that she was going to need. Her father had invited her to come and stay with him for a while. At the moment she knew that she couldn't take care of herself right. Sighing, she closed the suitcase and looked up. Lying on the bed in front of her was a single daisy.
"It's beautiful!" she happily said as she took the flower.
It was only yesterday that that daisy had been given to her. It felt as if a hundred years had passed since that was given to her. She sat down on the bed and reached over to pick it up. The petals wilted a little. She held the flower to her chest and looked down as a tear started to trickle down her cheek.
"I love you," she said.
The tear fell from her face and landed on a petal. She just watched it as it ran down the petal and hit her hand.