Life was dull. It was a never-ending abyss of disappointment. Ridiculed by everyone from a young age, for one apparent reason I never understood. I obtained knowledge to never be able to use it. A hit and run left me useless and crippled, to never have children. Soon I was inflicted by illness, leaving me bedridden and forever staring at those white walls. My pain and suffering seemed to darken the moods of my family whenever I was visited. The only thing I loved.

I knew I was going to die soon and there wasn't any hope for me in the end. The only thing I wished to see was the smiles and laughter we had together, all their moods lifted. I just wanted to let them know it was okay. So, I worked on letters that would be addressed on every year of their birthdays. Special clips that were full of love. It was a job that had to be finished.

My condition worsened and the day grew shorter as the sun and moon seemed to smile at me, welcoming me to my long lost home. Darkness prevailed as strange singing could be heard beckoning me into the silence. w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g?