She had vanished.


Her spirit had gone.


She was alone...


Far to long.


She took a loaded gun.


Put it to her head.


Bang the bullet was released.


She didn't feel a thing.


She never had.


Cutting her self...


That was habit.


No one had tried to stop her.


No one ever did.


She always new,


the end result.


With a loaded gun.


She'd shoot herself in the head.


Which would be easy.


A fast route to the brain.


The gun had be shot.


Now her body


lay underground to rot.