Beautifully Evil Epilogue

Epilogue

Outside of the mansion, police swarmed the yard and house. After Christy-Ann had come out alive, they ran in as fast as they could and found Christian, terrified as could be.

They also found two other bodies, a man and a girl, in each other’s arms, and the man looked as if he had regretted something.

Christian hugged Christy-Ann and did not stop. The tears were streaming out of both kids and they hugged and hugged.

Christian’s parents were horrifyingly shocked that their son had been involved in this, and couldn’t believe the truth. Their son had been hired to assassinate a man.

Christy-Ann was left alone in the world. She had to go and live with her mother and Christian moved out of L.A. They have not seen each other since the accident and they don’t think they ever will.

Christian’s life had changed; and so had his love’s. They were changed for the better.

The two teenagers finished out the school year and graduated from Midvale High. The day after the graduation was Mary’s funeral.

Mary’s funeral was the best funeral that anyone person could have. Christy-Ann put fifteen thousand dollars into it and got Mary a really expensive, wooden coffin to sleep in for eternity. Christian knew that Mary was in a better place, if in Heaven, in Hell, or just gone forever. Her father had made her life so miserable that it was sure that she would be happy just about anywhere other than Earth.

Christy-Ann stood by her coffin. The tears had stopped long ago and Christian stood next to her. They both laid a hand on the coffin, saying their last words to her.

“Mary, I cannot say how…grateful I am to have had you. You saved my life and changed my way of looking at things. I just wish…you were here.” Christian knelt down on his knees and rested his head on the coffin.

Christy-Ann muttered some inaudible words and did the same.

“What you did, Mary, was beautiful. I will never forget you. I love you with all of my heart.”

After the two teenagers had left, she was buried in an old cemetery and was forgotten about.

Krobeth never had a funeral; or if he did, no one went to it. It was said that he was cremated, or if not, he was placed under the earth without a coffin or any such thing. I personally believe that a man, who had no relation to Krobeth, but felt that every man, woman, and child must be brought into the earth after death, or they cannot live in the spirit world, placed Krobeth in the ground.

George Turner held a huge funeral that over four hundred people attended. I was not invited, so I have nothing to put down about it so, I guess I will just leave it at that.

Christian sat down with Christy-Ann after all of the funerals and whispered something into her ear. “I love you.”

Nothing more can affect your life than by having someone say, I love you, and actually mean it. This story that I have written may be interpreted many ways, but I will always remember the moral as something like, “Love is precious, so don’t fool around with it. Make it last and make memories with the ones you love.”

May your heart find shelter from the storms of the cold, and cruel world and may God bless you.