No one will ever know why Lily-rose took her life over. I repeat no one! In spite of all the back and forth- he says, she says going down the street. The words of mouth and with all the rumors surrounding the case, which could easily sort out a nice thick novel for the front shelf- However, reality stands- no one will ever find out! Inside the four square halls of her bedroom, right in the middle of the floor Lilly-rose was bared and covered in blood. Oh my heart ripped! My skin shivered! That was a shocker! And her lifeless body was laid in a pool of blood just like something that would spot in a Hollywood scene. And when I say blood... It was a very disturbing scene. Beefy red blood coming from her mouth and her ears, which caused many stomachs crawled, eyes turned away and pondered heart. There was a standing mirror across the body that I imagine- if only there could be a way to retrieve what had happened in this room from this flawless glass. But it couldn't and wouldn't rewind the scenario. So I left with the reflection of a terrible scene with a beautiful victim. As the undertaker placed Lily-rose in the maroon bag; I was hoping he wouldn't zip it all the way to her face. And when I heard one of the enforcement crew-members from the back said out-loud to the undertaker on his way out. “We have an order for autopsy.” I felt like my body took an instant plunge, under horrific water, unable to breath, see and all I could hear was the rhythmic sound of the sea. My mind, couldn't bear the thought of which they were about to scar Lily-rose perfect body. Even after her body left the premises, and so everybody was gone. I stood in the room looking around; trying to re-enact in my mind, how this whole thing went down. So you should know Lily-rose was only been married for three years and there were two children involved. In a situation like this, the spouse is usually gotten bombarded with many questions and scanned under the microscopic lens. As I continued to assess the room, I spotted those women’s magazines on the night stand table, two gorgeous gowns and their price tags were untouched laid on top of a wooden chair, a beautiful set of silver necklace well aligned aside of a duffel handbag and a fine pair of handmade shoes with glitters design on the front. Then, the voice inside my head struck me. “Lily-rose wanted life!” My critical assessment of perceived foul play- I stared at the mirror on the wall hoping for an answer to pop up. Through the window from the outside, a crispy sunlight was shone behind the lace curtain. However, the inside of the room was dull and so full of sorrow. Her blood on the floor will remain a perpetual stain. Later in the week the result of the law enforcement, identified Lily-rose had allegedly committed suicide- due to the autopsy revealed a bunch of peels ingested and found in her stomach. I must admit that it was difficult to picture Lily-rose as someone who would want to end her life. And so many lingering questions began to unravel... With a blank, A stared, A stony silence followed by a scream. How could you? How could you, Lily-rose? What's going to be left of the children? Were you being abused? Were you under any form of physical aggressions? Why did you isolate yourself away from friends and family? Were you depressed? Were you trying to strike out at someone who has been hurting you? Simply were you trying to cry out for help? If so... Couldn't you break silence? You coward, you coward Lily-rose! Not even a suicide note... Enough already! Instead of bashing poor Lily-rose-. She’s not here to defend herself and will never be. Could it be someone flushed those pills down her throat to make it seem differently? Lily-rose was a kind-hearted soul- she would take off the shirt off her back in order to warm up someone else’s back. It wasn't hard for anyone to fall in love with her. On the other hand, she had difficulty to validate her own feelings and perceptions and made her point across. She had no sense of self-worth. She was the kind of person that struggles to identify the pattern of an abusive relationship. Suicide is related to relationship crises, high degree of internal and external stresses. And when in a relationship, your spouse isolates you from others. Suicide often makes the last call. As the writer and lifelong friend of the deceased, my thoughts will never be at peace. Knowing, in that room, somewhere behind the closed walls and deep within that standing mirror holds the answer- what causes Lily-rose to take her life over?
**In memory of my beloved friend 'Jenny'
You were not just a friend, but a sister-friend. I shall never forget you!
May you butterfly around my home in the power of the spirit realm!**
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