Colonel,
This is going to sound so fucked up, so I'm just going to say it: I dug up the thing me and Al transmuted.
I know it sounds crazy, but I just…had to know. And guess what? It wasn't even our mom. Me and Granny did it, and we measured the bones and found some of the hair off that thing's head. The femurs were way too long, the pelvis looked to be male, and it had black hair. None of which matches up with Mom.
And it was gross and sick and a horrible reminder of that day, but I also feel so free now. Me and Al have always thought, since that thing took a single breath before it died, that we managed to bring our mother halfway back to life only to kill her. Knowing that it wasn't her…our blood couldn't recreate her soul. We made a living thing, and it died, and that's awful. But we didn't make our mom die two deaths and I feel so, so much better.
Yes, we committed a horrible sin, and we are paying dearly for it. Now, though…we know only we were hurt from our decisions. I didn't know how good it would be to know that.
I finally feel like I can truly move forward, with nothing pulling me back. And even though the future is uncertain and full of threats, it's looking brighter to me now.
-Ed
