• Snow begins to fall lightly around her as she sits beneath the gnarled branches of a long forgotten tree. She sits still with a gun in her hand. Shes afraid...so afraid of the voices in her head. "Do it." they tell her. She cocks the gun and holds it to her head. She sucks in a pained breathe and pulls the trigger. A loud angry noise fills the air around her and the world seems to fill with hate. Crimson beads staine her white clothes and begin to pool in the blanket of snow below her. She lays back into the tree and slowly slides off into a dark nothingness left only with the haunting memories of her past and the insanity of her last thoughts.