It was over. All my fear, all my hate, all my anger. It wasn't needed anymore, so I just lay there, holding her in my arms wishing she could hold me back.
I felt someone brush against my arm and a boy gently detached my arms from around her and picked me up, carrying me out of the room.
"She's gone", he whispered softly, and I let my tears roll freely down my cheeks as we disappeared into the darkness.
We were at a celebration. A celebration of the life of Abigail Murphy. A loving friend and daughter, that never gave up hope. Always believe.
The people were dancing around me; the music was soft but loud and there were too many faces to remember all the names.
The noise in my head was incredibly loud, I just wish they would all stop. All the dancing, all the music, all the crowds would stop, just for once. Then the noise became anger and the anger was light and it was burning inside me. The heat, the shouting, my heart was pounding, and my eyes were burning. And suddenly, everything was quiet.
Then there was only darkness.
And the question I kept asking myself over the years was finally answered.
Why?