Epilogue
Steven King: "...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
Death among those who fall in silence, live among the outspoken.
And though some secrets need to be kept, some stories should never be told. But this one I can't keep. This was written in explicit details to show my life and others who are linked to me why they ended up in their situation of morbid delusions.
Everything happens for a reason. A saying I hate.
How about everything happens because no one has a freaking' clue.
No, that's not it. It's always wrapped in faith, this secret, that truth, her religion, my lie.
Time isn't easy and I guess that faith puts things in prospective.
But it seems ironic that men put their faith in a book that could be written from a lord who could be filled with a nothingness that was spouted out by a crazy extremist spreading the voice of a whispering tone inside their head.
Now, I to believe in this acknowledged being, but I wish that I, or we, society of mutual strangers, got the deserved credit for the peace that was so difficult to gain in the first place.
We always fought through a medium of self-righteousness and self-sacrifice, but no one knows I faced a possibility of falling alone whenever I would step outside.
The day of our destinies falling into a bunch of pieces is not an exaggeration.
I never doubted it. It felt right; too solid and too unbreakable.
The chance of my special condition taking over me was inevitable just like everything else in my life. This is my story of my rise as Isabella. You can call me Bella though.
A/N: Yes I am starting over. There will be many differences from the original story. Please Review on likes or dislikes. After the first 5 chapters are up I will only post the next chapter for each 5 reviews per chapter. Thanks, LKSLOAN.