"How did I end up here?"

"Why them? They were innocent?"

"Where were the heroes?"

"Why am I the only one left alive? Why... WHY... why...?"

The thoughts were invasive as Rose Chandrudu stared at the scene in front of her. There were no words for the pain that she was experiencing, but no one could tell from the look on her face. She didn't look to be in pain. No, she looked dead, as dead as the two laying in the casket in front of her. You see, in front of Rose lay her husband, Santosh Chandrudu age 27, and 2 year old daughter, Isha. They had been involved in an attack where a hero had gone vigilante and had caused the deaths of the two most precious people in her life.

Rose stood alone in a crowded room as people walked up and paid their respects to the two deceased. Most people expected Rose to be the typical grieving wife and mother, holding onto the two in front of her eventually having to be pried away, a sobbing mess for the world to see; however, Rose, despite being a very emotional 22 year old woman, had always been one to handle grief by herself. Very rarely did she ever cry at funerals in front of people, not even when her mother or younger brother had died had she shed many tears in front of others.

No, Rose stood on the front row, alone, where she could still see the bodies of the two people who had been her whole world, and nodded politely as people tried to comfort her. Her inlaws, being her two older brother in-laws, two older sister in-laws, and her mother in law, stood next to the casket bawling there eyes out over their loss. There was no comfort in these situations, not in words at least. Her favorite people were the ones that did not try and comfort her with empty words or promises of everything being okay. Instead, her favorite people were the ones that would nod in condolences or the ones that knew her well enough to give her a hug or taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

This did not mean that Rose was feeling nothing at this time. Quite the opposite. Rose fought the urge to try and shake the two bodies begging her two loved ones to wake up and quit sleeping so hard that they could go home; however, she knew from experience that was of no use. She didn't feel she had the right to feel all of this. Her in laws had made it clear that it was her fault that this had happened, and she didn't disagree. But she didn't have to time to think of that. The preacher leading the service had just finished the closing prayer and was beginning to close the casket.

"Don't do that! They won't be able to breathe! You'll suffocate them!" Rose screamed internally, temporarily losing her grip on reality. The slam of the casket shutting quickly bringing her back. "That's right... They don't need to breathe anymore. They're gone. Dead. Not asleep. They aren't going to wake up. Just like mom, and Dallas," Rose chastised herself silently as a sigh escaped her lips.

"Goodbye, my loves. Say hi to mom and Dallas for me," Rose prayed silently as she left the funeral looking up at the gray and gloomy sky. Water droplets flowed down her face, and she was silently thankful for the tears flowing from the sky itself as they assisted in hiding the few, warm tears that fell from her deep, emerald green eyes as she walked away. Saying goodbye to her life as she knew it as she forced one foot in front of the other. She would do as she had always done throughout the struggles of her life. No matter what. She would simply keep going, even if she didn't know where she would end up.

Song: Memories by Maroon 5

A/N:

Hi everyone! I know this prologue is super depressing, and honestly, a lot of this is based off the life of a friend of mine who is assisting me in trying to capture the emotions of those who have lost someone precious to them. But I promise the story gets happier. Thanks for reading so far!