I've Decided, Decided
"Joseph. Joseph. Joseph."
Her voice cracks. Her tears flow. Her heart is now dead, dead, dead. All her hopes and joys are gone. All her dreams and wishes are ruined. Her expectations shattered. Her happiness destroyed. Nothing is left. Nothing is left. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Her old wrinkled hands grasp hold of his photo. He had always been her favorite. She can still remember the day he was born. The split image of his father and grandfather. The bright eyes. The charming smile. The even teeth. She has other grandchildren but he was her only hope. Her husband died young. Her eldest son died young. Her favorite grandson couldn't escape the curse. She sits there on the bed rocking back and forward. She chants his name like a song. She chants his name like a prayer. Her heart is empty. Her soul has dried out. She has lost the strength and purpose to live. She has lost her most precious treasure.
"Joseph. Joseph. Joseph."
She closes her eyes. She placed her hand on his cold cold face. She grabbed hold of his cold cold hand. The funeral. His funeral. She hates funerals. She hates white flowers. She wears only black. She's been in mourning for more than 50 years. She wept so hard. They had to carry her away. Joseph Anthony Morelli. Beloved son and brother. The world has no justice. On the tip of her tongue she tastes her bitterness. Her whole body shakes with anger, sorrow, and hatred. The Eye. The ever so watchful Eye. The ever so righteous Eye. Ever so vengeful. Ever so truthful. Ever so just. Ever so unforgiving. She bites down hard on her lower lip till she tastes blood. She spits out the curse with all her might. She placed a white white rose on his cold dead chest. They sealed the coffin. Another loved one taken away far too soon. Revenge. She wants revenge.
"Joseph. Joseph. Joseph."
The dead man's eyes pop open.
"Joseph. Joseph. Joseph."
The dead man's hands claw at the lid of the coffin.
They will pay in blood.
~Theme Song: The Point of No Return from The Phantom of the Opera~