The Epilogue

Epilogue

Old Wounds

 

            She hid in darkness, waiting for the police to retreat and give up. Lights flashed through her hiding place, but they didn’t find her. Gradually the lights faded into the distance and disappeared. The impact of everything that had happened hit her all at once in one, big emotional wave.

            The first was the silent crying. Her cold face was drenched in her own salty tears. She didn’t bother to wipe them away. Her heart hurt immensely within; the pain was unimaginable. She had caused all this, she knew. It was her fault, and nothing could erase that fact from her mind. The old wounds were opened once again and bled more deeply than they had before.

            The second was the numbness. She had felt it before after she had seen her mother and her best friend die before her eyes. Now her love was gone. The only people who had ever understood her were gone. Her tears faded and dried on her cold skin. She huddled into a ball, drawing herself closer to her body heat. She couldn’t feel now. Her eyes were blank and so empty. It was all impossible, but it had happened.

            The third and last was the darkness. Eagerly, she savored her pain and misery. Everyone that had ever understood her, loved her, cared for her…all gone. Her mother, her best friend, her boyfriend…gone. Her life was gone. Everything…gone in an instant. She felt stripped of her identity. She sat there, chewing on her own thoughts and the events. She made a decision. She rose from the dirty ground and fled.

 

The truth hurts. Loss hurts. I, Willow Halliwell, admit that much. People say you have to accept life as it goes, but not me. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of what people say. What people say is ridiculous. I don’t care anymore. I feel way too numb for such things anymore.

            Everyone I’ve ever loved, ever cared for, is gone now. Mom…Viola…Pierce…Allister, even, though he’s not dead. I’m a wanted criminal now. The police are after me. I have to hide myself so that they won’t find me. If they find me, I won’t ever have a chance of defeating and killing my father once and for all.

            Things are going to change.

            Not just starting with myself, but with everything else as well.

            And I swear one thing:

            I will find my father. I will kill him. I will make him suffer for the pain he’s instilled not only in my loved ones, but also myself. He’s going to find that I’m not as weak as he thinks. I’m way stronger than him.

            I will do these things.

            And this is only the beginning. It’s not over. Not yet.

            Not until Severin Struthers is dead and my thirst for vengeance is quenched.

Author's Note

Thank you for all those faithful, silent readers who have stuck through to read this entire book. Originally, I intended to do a trilogy for this and then a sequel trilogy featuring Willow's daughter Thorn Roke. Of course, I stopped right in the middle of writing the second book of the first trilogy. I don't know if I will ever continue this story. I have been thinking of revamping the entire idea, the same basic concept still there of an experimented-on girl. Something in the genre of a Frankenstein experiment. Wouldn't that be interesting?

If you have any idea, comments, or suggestions, please comment below. Again, I hope you enjoyed reading "The Black Widow"!