and so she's sitting alone, in her silent living room... wondering if there's a way out of all this mess.... how come even the closest person to her just can't seem to understand. her life has been getting more and more wrong..... desperately she's trying to correct it but couldn't.... things are draining down and she feels as though it's pulling her along with it. down this endless black hole .... falling, she keeps on falling.... there's not guiding hands of her mom or dad to pull her up from it. she's alone. falling, she keeps on falling. surrounded by all sorts of strange and empty aura .... how long will it take for her to hit rock bottom? how come there's no one there to comfort, to help her get through this time of crisis? how long will it takes for her to take her last breathe and then.... nothing. lifeless ... motionless.... no more thoughts, no more pain, no more love, no more hate, no more guilt, no past and no future. hence the end of her.

the end.