Dear agony, just let go of me. Suffer slowly. Is this the way it's gotta be? Don't bury me, faceless enemy. I'm so sorry. Is this the way it's gotta be? Dear agony. Leave me alone, god let me go. I'm blue and cold, black sky will burn. Love pull me down, hate lift me up. Just turn around, there's nothing left. Somewhere far beyond this world I feel nothing anymore.

You could have called her 'average' because for the most part there was nothing unique or special about her besides her individual differences that separated her from the masses. Every day was the same for her; wake up in the morning and get ready for work, ensure the iPod had the proper sequence of songs for the journey ahead, a train ride downtown, a block to walk through what could have been deemed one of the prettiest parts of downtown, and then 9 hours of the day would be spent at work before she would leave around 7 to start the journey back home. Once she was back home, every night like it was a necessary part of her routine she would pop just enough sleeping pills to put her into a sort of coma till the next day came.

So if she was so average, why did she find it necessary to bury herself in a drug induced sense of delusion? This wasn't exactly what an 'average' person did in the evenings when they returned home from a long day of work. Perhaps it had to do with her inability to overcome the challenges that always reared their ugly head at the most inopportune times. She had the worst luck in the world with relationships ; time after time she picked the wrong men to trust and even at times the wrong women, constantly being let down. To top it off she had not only lost her father years ago, but just recently her mother's life became nothing more than a statistic to the individual responsible for robbing her in a mall parking lot. How could life be so unappreciated by so many people in the world? Emotionally, at this point in her life, she was completely cold and oblivious to any sensation that could possibly cause her to tear up. She cried so many nights over so many losses in her life that she decided the easiest way to handle it was to simply shut the world out.

Now she was still capable of developing friendships, laughing at jokes, and appearing normal to everyone around her, but when she was alone she immersed herself in her misery. It certainly wasn't any way to live. It had been 8 years of this emotionless state of mind she had been in and it seemed to work out well for her, regardless of how inconvenient it was for others.

Today was like every other day, the same routine, the same conversations, the same feelings…or was it? She had no idea how easily one day could change her entire life but something very disturbing was about to upset the delicate balance of her existence. Michelle sipped the last bit of what remained in her Monster energy drink before crinkling the can and tossing it in the trash, ensuring that was where it landed considering her displeasure with people who had no regard of disposal of their trash in regards to the environment; point in case, the plastic bag drifting lazily down the sidewalk. Work was the same routine over again, the same customers, the same frustrations so after work, for the first time in a very long time, she decided to entertain the idea of going out with co-workers for a few drinks.

As everyone walked together down the sidewalk to Wilson's she suddenly felt very left out. Everyone chatted about the day, their lives, marriages, kids; christ who was she kidding? She couldn't match up to their happiness and frankly she had gotten so used to her life she really didn't want to. Michelle stopped briefly to grab a random Styrofoam cup resting on the sidewalk to throw it away, however when she looked up everyone had already turned the corner "Fantastic. Thanks guys." Sighing deeply, she hurried to the trash can to throw away the cup and as she rushed around the corner she ended up running directly into some innocent man wandering down it. Trying to regain her balance, she grabbed his arms to steady herself, only to realize he was holding onto her himself as if to assist. She finally glanced up at him to find eyes that were literally peering into her soul and gave her chills; strange. Moving back from him, she sort of brushed at her sleeves "I'm so sorry about that." "It's no problem, really Michelle." The mention of her name sent chills down her spine and she eyed him suspiciously, noting that it was getting very dark very quickly and she personally didn't want to be roaming into Wilson's alone late at night. "Anyway, I don't know who the fuck you are, but I gotta get going." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face before brushing past him as she walked away but the minute she walked past the alley on the left-hand side just behind him, someone or something grabbed her and yanked her into the darkness. The last thing she remembered was screaming before a hand came over her mouth and everything around her went dark with the cold feeling of the wet street beneath her creeping into the last bit of consciousness she had.