The time came to a stop... her mother was dead. Her mother had died in her hands as soon as the lightning's hands touched the ground. Thunder then soon played its drum to a rhythm. Rain drops so cold looked like frost against the window. The vase of roses had even begin to wilt as if it was dying along with her mother.

She wanted the moon and the stars to look at and see her mother's face decorated in starlight. Not rain drops and lightning.... Her mother had told her daughter she will be reborn into the stars. And that way every night she can watch her daughter if she passes. But her mother wasn't reborn into the stars....

She may never see her mother every night but only on ones that storm.... Her father started crying and screaming pleads for his wife to return. But she did not for she was too far gone to come back... but yet he continued to hold his dead sweetheart's hand. He looked up at his daughter and said he was so sorry over and over again.

She let go of her mother's hand and stood up. She looked at her father angrily, but it wasn't him she was anger about... it was the night. The, night had taken her mother away. Its lightning hands took her mother's soul as thunder played a drum for a sendoff, and the rain drops made a path guiding her mother to Death so he can finally lead her mother away.

  She hated all four of them.... She hated them so much....

  She took the vase of roses off her mother's nightstand and went to the front door. She opened it and threw the vase of roses out, causing the vase to break and roses to scatter. Mud decorated the vase and roses as if it was meant to be on them.

  The girl then slammed the door shut, and kicked at it causing the door to rattle. It was as if she did this to let them know not to come here or in the house ever again....