"Don't get what?" questioned the plump, tan woman who sat besides her.

"... Nothing,' she replied in short as she enfolded her hands together, her eyebrows wrinkled and her thumbs played at war with one another. 'I was just talking to myself..." her face angered at the thought of her Mother's question.

How could you ask such a cynical fucking question? Ugh! You act like you don't know. UGH!!! I can't stand this place... I can't stand these people... So much greed, so much wanting, too many idiots, the thought just makes me sick.

Hmph, its either Rome or Deth... Not Death itself but my dear sweet friend, Deth. I smile at the thought... Hmmm, Rome or Deth, How sweet, such demention, fairly sour; its like candy that leaves a lingering taste in your mouth, the type that quenches your thirst and leaves you longing for another piece--like a kiss your soulmate has given you just before his depature for work that leaves you stuck on pause-- lusting for his return hours later.

Why must our world be so SELFISH?! ...ha, I shouldn't even ask that question... thats what makes them Human, their ability to see gray when i see blue, or white when i see red... I hate this place, yet I have come to realize no matter where I run, or even to who there are only so many who understand my suffering... or maybe none at all.

The grande finale has left you laying on your death bed as I stand before you.

"Father... Was this enough? your ebony eyes, have lost all color and have almost become ivory...' the girl gives her father a pitiful smile, as she looks at him with her hands clasped against her black dress. 'Was this what you really wanted? You have suffered so long... look at you you can't even speak... the doctor said you have been paralyzed from the stroke, but with luck your brain functions faultlessly...' she leans down and wipes the tear that slowly falls from her father's eye and crawls helplessly down his face. 'I don't wish to help you though, I think I've done enough by giving you what of mine that you have illiberally taken from me and claimed as your own.' she sighs and tucks her hair behind her ear, her almost soulless eyes look into her father's reading his every thought, knowing his every cower, she walks around his hospital bed and stares at him, leaning towards him she whispers, 'Now father you feel my pain, my suffering... but you cannot stop my walking away, I have given you the truth upon which your wife has with held... I love you.' she slowly turns her father's head to look at her as well as facing him towards the doorway. 'Goodbye father, You will miss me." she smiles softly and walks into the almost endless corridor of the dead space that her father has been left to suffer in for all eternity.