• She lays in the dark on the floor, staring directly at the ceiling above her. She doesn't move. She doesn't think. She just stares until it all becomes a blur. It's so dark she can't tell the difference between having her eyes opened or closed. It's so dark she can't tell the difference between anything anymore. At this point, she is nothing and that's okay with her. She'd much rather be nothing than something. Too many expectations come with that. Too many letdowns for those expectations. She lays in the dark on the floor, staring directly at the ceiling above her. She can't move. She can't think. The poison has paralyzed her.