My legs are trembling... My muscles feel like they're letting out a screeching sound as they tear. I'm doing something completely unlike myself, something I've never even tried before.

My phone remains silent. I've already cut ties with my friends, and my family disowned me long ago. The only messages I receive are debt collection notices or ads for free baccarat credits. I can only let out a hollow laugh. This feeling isn't exactly unhappiness... it's more of an indescribable, suffocating sense of a wasted life.

I'm sure I used to live looking up at that bright sun... How many days has it been since I last saw it?

I enter that small semi-basement house. I step into this residence that is so unlike me, acting in a way that is so unlike me.

I can feel her presence in the house. I feel an inexplicable hatred, and an inexplicable rage.

I trudge toward her room. She was biting her nails in front of the computer, but she hurriedly turns off the monitor and scampers toward me.