Prologue:
Her eyes reflected the hate, the violence, the misery, the poverty. When you saw her eyes you saw the truth. The horrible, gut-retching truth.
The world was torn apart, war after war had ruined their world. Blood stained streets, homeless children and guns followed you every where you went, you couldn't run or hide you had to be strong even when you were strong this world would brake you.
Meredith was a fighter, she never gave up, so many times she could have but kept going, she could have ended her life so many times...any sane person probably would have but you how could be sane if gun shots were your alarm clock? For years she was convinced it was cowardice that kept her alive, but now she knew she loved living, She had finally figured that out and now...she was going to die. It was as if the universe was saying congratulations you discovered a personal revelation... now die!
This cruel world was her home she couldn't change that and never could. Meredith was strong beyond compare, she always smiled, a wry smile one of pain and sarcasm, one of pure happiness even if it was just a ghost of a smile on her face she always smiled.
She would never understand the over use of words, she could never understand hate, her world revolved around hate, but she could never hate a person but she could hate death and violence but not people.
She had always lived a hard life, a life worth living was always hard she convinced herself.
Meredith remembered being small, waking up on the streets hearing someone cry and take their final breath.
Now her life had come to an end as the gun was pointed at her head, she smiled and took her last breath...BANG! And she was gone a lost story a lost soul! |
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