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Epilogue
There's a cold body that blankly stares at the bare ceiling that is only decorated with lights to see. I pull out my scalpel, and start my work. My hair is neatly tied back to not get stained in his blood, and I wear a spotless white lab coat. I smile as I cut a neat line down his body and start to remove his internals. I don't smile because I'm enjoying cutting in a person's body. I smile, because I'm cutting into a murder victim's body. Preparing it to be sent to his relatives. I'm happy, because he isn't an innocent that my sisters killed, but a victim to a murder, I don't even know. I can never forget after me and Issac recovered in DC.
When we were well, I went to juvie until the trial to decide if I would live a few more years, or only a few more days. Obviously, the families of the people my sisters killed spoke against me. And, Issac spoke for me. When everything was done. I was found unguilty, but I had to serve a two year sentence in jail. I won't lie, it was hard. The people acted big, bad, and tough, but I blew through it. Eventually, I got a job in a morgue, and live in an apartment not to far away. Issac became my first friend, we still keep in contact to this day. He was torn up about both his parents dying, but was able to pull himself together, and became a cop. He was the one who helped gather my sister's bodies, and convinced his supervisor to let me give Lyra a proper burial. "Lyra killed my sister who was going to kill us. Then she wanted to kill herself because she couldn't live with her sins. I think she deserves a burial from me, because she's a heroine." I told his supervisor. She was very impressed by my determination to bury her. Honestly I think she allowed me to take her, only so she won't need to listen to me try to convince her.
I shut the cabinet door of the victim, ready to be delivered in the morning. I cleaned the table and instruments I used before getting ready to leave. I stood at the doorway, and looked at the workshop. My workshop. I smiled at my new peaceful life. I hope it'll never end.
The End
When we were well, I went to juvie until the trial to decide if I would live a few more years, or only a few more days. Obviously, the families of the people my sisters killed spoke against me. And, Issac spoke for me. When everything was done. I was found unguilty, but I had to serve a two year sentence in jail. I won't lie, it was hard. The people acted big, bad, and tough, but I blew through it. Eventually, I got a job in a morgue, and live in an apartment not to far away. Issac became my first friend, we still keep in contact to this day. He was torn up about both his parents dying, but was able to pull himself together, and became a cop. He was the one who helped gather my sister's bodies, and convinced his supervisor to let me give Lyra a proper burial. "Lyra killed my sister who was going to kill us. Then she wanted to kill herself because she couldn't live with her sins. I think she deserves a burial from me, because she's a heroine." I told his supervisor. She was very impressed by my determination to bury her. Honestly I think she allowed me to take her, only so she won't need to listen to me try to convince her.
I shut the cabinet door of the victim, ready to be delivered in the morning. I cleaned the table and instruments I used before getting ready to leave. I stood at the doorway, and looked at the workshop. My workshop. I smiled at my new peaceful life. I hope it'll never end.
The End
