Tortured Soul *UPDATED*In a near vacant graveyard at the hour of seven, a young woman by the name of Alissa Willows stood over an aged stone cross at the edge of the cemetery. A light pink rose was clutched in both her hands and was lightly pressed against her stomach the thorns that were too small to be cut off dug into her fair skin, but she did not care. Her gaze held a heavy feeling of sadness as she once again read the writing engraved on the stone. ‘R.I.P Johanna Willows 1971-2013 An angel that was taken too soon from this Earth’. A single tear fell from her gray-blue eyes as she remembered her beautiful, loving mother. She was always so caring to everyone, always listening to people’s problems and somehow always solving them, not to mention she was one of the most kind and the most patient people anyone could have ever known. The same thought that puzzled and angered her everyday crept back into her mind ‘How could someone do this to such an amazing, gentle person? And why woul
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