I call out to her she turns around she stares at me with her eyes full of hate “How do you know me” she screams I tell her that I know more than you think I told her about what she believed in, the times she was in love. How it made her feel. “Fuck Love, There’s no such thing” I tell her about Religion, what faith she had. How important it was to her. She looks away “Who are you?”she whispers I tell her about the times she used to laugh, how tears were never in her eyes, how she used to have courage. “Who are you?” she ask Then I ask her why does she to die? Why is she depressed? “Who are you?” her voice getting stronger. I asked her what she believes in now “NOTHING!!” she yells with such power. I ask her why does she want to be Forgotten. Her eyes fill up, Every salting tear falls down her cream cheeks into her bloody mouth. I see the fire in her eyes, She tries to cover her pain with Hate. “Who are you?” she yells She looks at me hard. She breathes in and her hideous body collapses. Who am I? One guess.... I’m her