Sin

Prolouge

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Death is said to be the end. This isn't always true. While I'm sure that my death will be my end, another death has granted me a new beginning. I can smile when I know that I am partially responsible for this new beginning. I don't think what I did is wrong. When you find a rat in your home, you kill it. I found a rat, so I killed it.

"Claire was something special." The stout man said. "I remember how determined she was to fix up the run down farm and make it thrive." He smiled at the memory as a fat tear shamelessly rolled down his even larger cheek.

The man continued to speak, but (s)he had already stopped listening. Why should (s)he care about Claire's death? Instead (s)he looked at the others who had crowded into the church. Most of them were teary-eyed and had been sniffling into their tissues. May, still a child, openly wept as others began to follow her lead, child or not. Despite all the sadness that hung in the air, five didn't cry for the loss of Claire. They never would.

Everyone took turns sharing story's about Claire. No one seemed to notice anything wrong, or anything different about the five who stayed silent on the hot, midsummer day. Would they ever be caught for what they had done? Each wondered if their conscious would get the better of them one day. But when they looked back at what they did and why they did it, they were right in doing so. Weren't they? Claire had deserved the death that they gladly served her. All they did was show her demise a bit early, it was just like skipping to the end of the book is all.

Once everyone was done remembering Claire, it was finally time to say goodbye to her. Everyone laid a white flower on her casket. Some of the townsfolk even added a trinket, as if the dead girl needed to remember them. There were quiet murmurs as each person whispered a few words to her departed soul.

Later, when the townsfolk all went back to their homes, Claire would be buried in the church cemetery. As time passed, everyone would calm down about her death and it would slowly fade into their memories. One day, Claire would permanently be forgotten.

Death is said to be the end. This isn't always true. While I'm sure that my death will be my end, another death has granted me a new beginning. I can smile when I know that I am partially responsible for this new beginning. I don't think what I did is wrong. When you find a rat in your home, you kill it. I found a rat, so I killed it.