I was strolling down the graveyard at the end of our road... to meet mother... She had died three years ago and I've been going to her grave anytime I could... When I saw her grave I noticed a fresh set of flowers... Roses... Red Roses... With no further examing I snatched the flowers and glared at them.
"It was he..."
I turned with the flowers scattering everywhere. A man was there... staring... at me... He was in his thirties and looked like a rich young fool. His hair was blonde and his eyes where brown... He was just two feet taller than I. How dare he lie! It was certainly him who put the flowers on my mothers grave! But inside my head my mind swirled into thoughts of who this man really was...

I have been going to parties on and off this year... For some reason it is like the gods are trying to make my life better for there is a dark future ahead of me. I can't tell...

The words of the noble men and women flew past me even though they might have been speaking to me... I do not really understand them anyways... I never knew how to speak like a normal young woman... I never knew these people... maybe I have... once again I don't know... But I know one thing for sure... I don't know myself... But what I DO know... someone is watching my wretched being... with a twisted joyful soul...