In the midst of a stormy night, a lone figure trudged upon the sludge and muck of an unpaved path. The thunder bashed the sky, much like the girl’s inner turmoil - seemingly lost and in utter desperation. Her steps following the sky’s wrath, creating an anguished symphony.

  “I want to die.”

  Stolen story; please report.

  She howled at nothing in particular, but her frustration and distress evident, as if the whole world was against her. A chuckle left her mouth. How she loathed her past self! Why! She should have never feared death, never accepted this never ending cycle.

  [Bleep! Host has OOC(1), -150 existence force.]