It can take a second to ruin a lifetime, but it can take a lifetime to understand that one split second. Nobody understood. She was confusing. But maybe, they couldn't be bothered enough, to even try and find out.

Mystery opened her twinkling jewels. Looking around there was nobody she knew. A see of faces, nurses, doctors, surgeons, but over in the corner a soul of angel slept, rugged and messy. She felt dampness, and the tears slowly leaked. She was crying. She wasn't crying for herself. She was crying for him. For all the things she had done wrong in her life, for even in death she was a failure. She looked down, and saw the mass of bandages around her wrists, and felt an uncomfortable throbbing feeling.

She had been saved.

She didn't know whether to thank Drake or be mad at him.

"Paper Dreams."

A fake world, of people with no better direction in life, than to stick their noses in your business, it was infuriating to be alive, because everything was so messed up, and you have no belonging, and no control over anything.

And can you honestly say you want to stay? You want to stay in this place of pure objectionable infidelity?

A procession of artificial people, in their own imaginary subsistence, Liars, cheats, fakes, bogus live stock?

The sardonic pigs that tell us how to live our lives. "The Man"

Why a man, why not a woman?

Sexist anal-retentive mockers.

Mystery didn't matter to anybody anymore. So she thought. She was fighting a system that was around before the creation of the world. Of our very existence here on earth.

She was losing her own game.

She closed her eyes, and thought of the happier times in her life.

When she was a child. The times she had spent with Drake.

She was so caught up in her memories. That she didn't notice the lean figure tower over her. But she felt those warm lips on her own. And the words that were exchanged.

"I'm sorry, so sorry" –the Angel.

"No, it was me. It always is, I'm sorry for everything." –the outcast.

A finger on lips, a shush, and a girl wanting so badly to be lying in these arms.

"All that matters is that you're safe." –the saviour.

"I Love you." –The survivor.

Regret. Oh No! I didn't mean to.

A pause, a smile.

"I love you too"

The End

"I live for you,

I breathe form your lungs,

I fill the air all around and consume,

You fill my dreams of these tiresome places,

Your being is my very soul,

I live to be you,

I live to love you,

I live to love

and know the knowledge of a thousand hearts beating as one."