RIP

This is my second post about Becky Watts. The last time I wrote about her, there was still hope- a desperate sort of hope, but hope nonetheless. Now? Now there is nothing. This isn't going to be a well-crafted piece about murder, this isn't going to be anything that isn't just a jumble of emotion- for there are no words. How on earth can you begin to sum it up, that at some point in the last fortnight a young girl's life was taken away?! She was 16- approaching the cusp of adulthood, a beautiful individual with hopes, fears, wishes, dreams. She had a future, a life to live- places to go, people to meet. She had a story yet to be written. But, for whatever 'reason' (as if there really could be one), all that was taken away. I just can't get my head round it, how anyone could do that, could end someone else's life. Not just that, but to actively destroy her remains and hide them... It makes me feel physically sick. For the whole of Bristol, the past two weeks have been a horrifying experience. I don't know anyone who wasn't following what was going; every new piece of information was met by a city of listeners- now a city of mourners. There is very little we can do now, except to hold Becky's memory in our hearts and minds, to think of her family and friends, the torture they must be going through; and to try to hold each other, until the dark begins to rise.