She got up around 6 in the evening. She thought it was pointless to wake up but each time she closed her eyes, she saw the nightmare replaying in her head which different conclusions. The guilt inside of her started to kill her.
She shot awake from her bed; she went downstairs. She was all alone in the mansion. Her rage was uncontrollable she needed to hurt something or destroy something.
She went to find her weed stash. She found it and started to smoke. She raided the kitchen for food. Got a bunch of snacks and started to watch a movie.
She actually played no attention to the movie at all. Her concentration was on eating and smoking.
A person appeared beside her. She turned to see the person. It was her myself looking at her.
The standing figure asked her, “why are you still alive
