Mary Jane woke up the next morning, and looked at the calendar in her room. Saturday, January 22, 2005 is what the calendar read. "Oh great," She thought to herself. "It's my birthday. The one day of the year I should be happy, too bad I don't remember what happiness feels like." She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to put any more pressure on her bruises. She accidentally slipped and fell on her side, the side that was splattered with bruises. The thing that shocked her the most was the fact that she felt no pain at all. "Wow," She whispered to herself. "What happened to the pain? Shouldn't it still hurt? Well, at least I don't feel anymore pain." Little did she know that would be the last time she felt any type of emotion.
