Flashes of the past began to form in her mind. Both unhappy and good times shared with loved ones. Hidden deep within her memories were oppresed pasts, pasts that seem too difficult to share. It hadn't been long since he passed away. She remembered that as she stood over him, the pangs of agony hit her like a speeding car hitting her with full force. Tears dripping onto his cold lifeless body, Marian couldn't bear to look. This was not how he had wanted to die... "not like this" she whispered.
His mouth was gaped open, eyes wide and peircing. His features were almost unrecognizable to her, this was not the grandpa she knew... or had known.
The wind picked up, and dark clouds rolled in, covering the bright sky. Ominous weather threatened the old and broken house behind her. Marian turned her head and looked at the old house, something that her grandfather had built. "Marian, lets go!", her mother yelled, "get in the car." With one final look, she stood up and walked away.
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