Date: 9-11-2020

Faith's flashback

Torn asunder, we dream and swim in a bloodbath. God's altar has been become our ground zero. Who knew a holy sacred place such as a church could be full of so

much bloodshed? She lives and dies by the sign of the cross. The sword in Scarlet's stomach brings her down to her knees. Dazed, Scarlet looks up at the sky and

notices heaven's gates opening. Unconscious, she falls face forward on the ground. I am at a loss for words watching my precious "Scarlet Starlet" transform into fairy

dust. Scarlet was only just fourteen years old. She didn't deserve to die prematurely. ON the other hand, Scar's fate was already made before she was born. I

remember the prophesy said the lion would take hold of the lamb and bring forth the messiah. The chosen one would kill the thing that couldn't be destroyed by mortal

men. The lion symbolized Scarlet's dad, Seth who was a vampire. I represented the lamb in the passage. I gave birth to Scarlet when I was twenty five years old. Sadly,

Seth died before Scar arrived on the scene fourteen years ago. Scar was supposed to kill Buffy according to the prophesy. It was never meant to be the other way

around. Now here I am thirty nine years old and Buffy has broken my heart once again.


Date: Still 9-11-2020

Faith's reality

"She's dead" hysterical, I scream flipping over Angel's table. "Who is dead?" concerned, Angel asks. Apparently, my rage didn't chase him away. "My daughter is dead.

Buffy killed her" sobbing, I recount collapsing to the floor. I reject any affectionate gesture from Angel. "I knew how much you loved Scarlet. I am sorry for your loss. I

never knew you were strong enough to flip over a table. Grief makes you do crazy things" Angel mentions picking up the table. I am at a loss for words so I just let my

heart break. Angel sits still on the floor with me. He listens to my cries in which sound like the wails of a mother whale.