Disclaimer: I don't own Spring Awakening. Lea Michele is my singing hero!! :)

I don't understand why I'm even looking down to watch this. My funeral.

Maybe because I miss my dear friends and I wanted to see their faces again. But it pains me to see them so sad.

Maybe because I want to thrash out all of the anger in the world towards my mother, whom I reluctantly forgived. But when I scream at her she cannot hear me.

I cannot scream anyway. I'm holding my baby and he is sleeping right now. I don't want to wake him up. He looks so beautiful and peaceful when he sleeps.

They're done filling the hole now. Everyone is walking around putting roses, lilies, jonquils, and other types of flowers on my grave. The little rainbow on the dirt mound.

They each begin to leave the sight one by one. The last one there is my mother. She just stares at the headstone. I clutch my baby closer to my chest. He begins to stir but he does not wake.

My anger began to flash again as I read the headstone:

Died from anemia.

The cover-up for the fact that what she really wanted was to have my baby dead. Well, since we are both here, it shows that her plan decided to backfire.

Part of the truth is I wanted to leave Earth because they had forced my baby to leave. I could not help it. I was a mother. When someone tries to steal your precious child, you cannot just lie there and do nothing. I wanted to find him, even though it meant I had to die to do it, and never again see the faces of my family, my dear friends.

My Melchior.

I think I miss him most of all. It was not like we had decided to make love in the hayloft because we just wanted to experiment. We loved each other, and we let ourselves love on each other. And because of that love, our child was created.

Aren't all children created out of love? My mother didn't think so, calling my baby a sin. Thinking I should have known what intercourse was going to do to me when really I didn't. She never told me the truth. She gave me no way to handle things.

She sighs in solemnity, shakes her head and lets it fall and finally leaves the spot. Then I lost control.

"YOU BITCH!" I shout down at her, even though I knew she wouldn't hear me.

"Calm down Wendla," Moritz runs over to me. Remembering my baby, I looked down at him, and he was already giving out a shrieking wail.

I get up and walk to the tall tree, my favorite spot in this haven, and sit down again. Moritz follows.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry," I crooned, rocking him gently and kissing his soft face. I shush him as I stroke his cheek with my finger. Melchoir is everywhere in his face.

Moritz, right next to me, puts a hand on my shoulder. "Your feelings towards your mother pretty much match my feelings towards my father, but you cannot worry about those things so much anymore. It's not worth it."

"You're right," I say to him. My baby quiets down and opens his eyes. My eyes. Just the sweetest sight in this place is my son's eyes.

"What about Melchi?" I begin to worry again. He doesn't know that I'm dead yet."

"We'll think of something," he replies. "Even though we want to we can't worry about him now."

I nod. I look down again and I spot Ilse between both of our graves, on her knees sobbing. I turn back to my baby who began to wave his hands. I pull him closer to kiss his forehead but his hand stops on my mouth. I kiss that instead.

Moritz is still staring at Ilse. He had feelings for her, I knew it. He never got the chance to really show her what he felt. We look at each other and just our facial expressions communicate to us that yes, we share the same pain. He turns to me and I cover my eye with one hand, "There once was a pirate..." he begins to laugh.

My baby is staring at me with his eyes wide open. I smile back. And all becomes bliss once again.