Sam held the diary in a slightly shaking hand. His jaw was clenched and tears were threatening to spill over his eyes. He couldn't believe what he had just read.

He looked at the body lying in the coffin, her eyes closed, her face pale and cold in death. The sleeves of her top covered her wrists, hiding from the world the many scars littering her arms, and the cruel self inflicted cuts that had ended her life.

Sam sighed, and closed the diary. In it he had seen a Beth he could only begin to understand. In it he had seen a girl who had kept herself hidden from the world, who had kept who she was buried under her pain and her hurt. Now he was begin to understand; now he was beginning to know Beth better than he ever had while she was alive.

He hated what her Uncle had done to her, hated what she had kept hidden. He felt guilty that he hadn't seen it, that he hadn't been there for her when she needed him. He felt angry with Beth for leaving him, for not trusting him enough to tell him.

He was trying desperately to find some way to justify what she had done, why she had left him. He had to believe that for Beth it was the only way out, that she had done the right thing. He had to, for his sake and for hers.

He looked round the room, her family had placed a huge flower arrangement near the coffin, they had ordered the best for a daughter they hadn't understood, for a daughter who had hated them.

Sam sighed and looked down at the small bunch of lilies he was holding. Next to the dramatic display, they looked like nothing, like old dying weeds, and suddenly he felt belittled and worthless.

Taking one of the lilies out of the bunch, he placed on Beth's chest, where it contrasted with the black of the dress her parents had put her in.

It didn't suit her, and she would never have chosen something like that. Her parents didn't understand her, and Sam knew it.

He brushed some of her still purple hair off her cold cheek, then turned and walked out of the darkened room, dropping the small bunch of lilies in the bin on the way out.

A/N…Well there we go, the end, finished, no more. Beth's story has ended. Thank you to everyone.