"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
Prologue to an ongoing story.
I sat on the grass in utter silence. Twirling a twig from the ground around my fingers... I slowly put the twig down. I crawled closer to the grave. The rest of my family were long gone - it was just me alone. I crawled as close as I could to the grave stone and put my hand upon my uncle's name. I knew my mother and father where still watching from the car - but I didn't care. Tears slowly seeped down my face as I stared at his name. My hands slowly stroked his name - I couldn't believe he was gone. When I was a young child, my mother would tell me it was like... Falling asleep, but never waking up. I knew what death was, but up until recently - I never thought of my dear Uncle dying. Of course, we all know that we are all destined for death - and it will happen to all of us sooner or later... But we are still, for lack of a better word, shocked when it happens. If you have never lost someone close to you cannot possibly imagine the pain one goes through, the shock. Especially someone as close as him.
More and more tears fell down my face, before I was fully aware of it I was howling in torment. I couldn't think clearly, all that was going through my mind was not him, not him. I rested both hands against his grave stone and curled up in the grave barely aware of what I was doing. I wanted to stay with him - to be close ... I knew it was just his corpse there and I was actually curling up in mud and flowers but I still felt as if I was closer to him. I was still howling when my father came over, I was barely aware of his presence. He rested his hand on my shoulder - but when he didn't receive a reaction he decided to speak.
"Rosemary, I think we should -" He began gently, I interrupted...
"Dead... Gone..." I said between my sobs. He took my arm and lifted me up slowly and gently with my arms like I was a toddler. "He's... Never... I'll never -" I stopped talking and then slowly said something under my breath. "I'll get them." I said, I spoke ever so quietly but he heard every word.
"No, Rose - it - it was an accident - It wasn't anyones -"
"Liar." I hissed. "It was the FF you know it was them, they have it for the whole of the libertad -"
"Keep your voice down!" he said, looking around with a look of panic.
"Fine!" I snarled. "It was them. They have it in for all of... Us." I glared at him, he knew I was right. He knew that was the reason Uncle was dead. He looked at me panicking more and more with every second.
"Promise me you will not take matters into your own hands. Promise me, we will sort this out. Just please, let us deal with them. Don't do something you will live to regret." His voice frantic, filled with pain. I knew what he was thinking, he couldn't stand to use another child. I couldn't meet his gaze, I looked into the sunset instead.
"I've been waiting for the LS to stop this god-awful, twisted regime all my life. You so called "noble people" may be fighting for freedom - but too be honest you haven't done an awful lot... Maybe something should be done, maybe I should be the one to do it."
"No - you can't -"
"Father, don't you see? Someone needs to make a stand. If I try to do something, anything - then maybe... I don't know... Maybe it will make a difference, maybe it will at least open everyone's eyes."
"You'll be killed. You'll be dead. If they don't shoot you on the spot - you'll be sentenced to death. Don't you think watching one child with a noose around his neck was bad enough? You're not Edward, Rose. Stop trying to live in his memory. Your Uncle wouldn't have wanted you to this either." I knew he was playing his final card, and it - almost - worked.
"Yes. I am doing what Edward tried to do. I'm doing what will make me remembered! Make people think. If I die... So be it. I'm dying for what I believe in, even if one person has to die - maybe... Maybe I could save hundreds by killing one or two people. One person shouldn't stand in the way of a whole nation." He looked at me, shocked - hardly to believe what I just said... He didn't want me to think like this.
"That's not we stand for Rosemary." He whispered.
"No. That's not what you stand for, I want to actually make a difference." I spat at him. "I don't care what you do, I however, am going to actually try to make things better or at least open peoples eyes. And I will avenge my Uncles death and make sure he did not die in vein." I didn't wait for his response. I just ran. I ran away. Knowing that I was never coming back. And I would do something to help. I will make a difference. Even if some people have to die.
So be it.