My life flashes before my eyes.
Good or Bad? What's the difference? How can we, as human beings, think we have the right to judge what is evil, and what is not? For surely the word evil, is no more than opinion held by a person? What one might class as evil, the other might class as good. So how can we tell, as imperfect beings, which opinion is correct? Especially when we walk about, claiming no opinion is wrong.
I do not know, whether I am good or bad. I do not know if I am going to heaven or hell, or if such places even exist. All I know is that I tried to do what I thought was good. I've always tried to stick by the morals society has created. I tried. So surly, for that reason alone, I am not as bad as people think.
"Mummy!" despite the knife in my back, my heart is what hurts the most. Stuck, dyeing in my own blood, and all I can see is my baby girl crying.
"Shizuka…" My voice hurts, as slowly the pain begins to fade, and a strange numbing blanket wraps around me. I know what that means. It's deaths last comfort. Despite my body's pleads to give in, I reach over to my pocket, gripping onto the thin string inside it. Pushing up with my free hand, I can feel my hands go numb as a terrible chill sweeps over the room; though I know, I am the only one who's cold.
"Listen to me." I press my face close to mys, my poor baby girl. My daughter. Slowly, I wipe away the tear that falls down the young ones cheek, and hope that I may be able to comfort my still.
"Take this." My visions blurs, as a shove the necklace into the palm of her hand. A single wire, that's all, with three silver hoops laced onto it. A symbol of strength, wisdom, and most of all, love. Another tear falls down my cheek, and I feel my heart hurt more, as I no longer have the strength to brush it away. All I can do is watch her cry.
"Mummy…" She already looked so much like him. Hair as dark as the night sky, but as soft as an angels wing. Deep onyx eyes of un-burnt coal. She was her father's daughter alright.
"Hush now dear. One day, you'll make him proud." My head falls, as it lands on her tiny shoulders, I no longer had the strength to hold it up. Looking behind me I saw my son, ninja had him held up like they would do a fully fledge criminal. He was hurting, I could see it, and it burnt a hole in my chest. He was like his mother though, his black hair had already swept past his back, and covered his emerald eyes.
"Both of you…"
"Mummy!"
I tried. Oh god I tried, was that not enough?