Vihane, the last Ultimate

Living in a life of misery and loneliness, Vihane laid in her chair in complete boredom. "It wasn't always like this," she said to herself. She closed her eyes once more.

Vihane was a naive teen, a rebel if any. With everything as a rotten apple to her, none came close to her mother and grandfather. With the titles Hellish Demon and Daughter of Hell to her grandfather and mother. "How could you two care those titles? What makes you two even special?!" Vihane sassily said to her mother.

With her hated towards everything and everyone, only one thing made her smile, her magical sketchbook. Somehow, the creation of the sketchbook caused her grandfather to enter into a comma for month. Still,it didn't matter how it was created, just it was sketchbook.

As time went on, her hatred for everything never cease to die down. Expect for one man, Dregous. A man full of hatred, liked her, disliked everything that Vihane disliked as well, yet there friendship would never last long.

With her return home, Vihane never felt safe, not even around her own family. She heard her mother crying about abandoning her only child. It was also was of the first in a while to see her father smile invisible.

Vihane felt depressed, an outcast. She felt coming home was a bigger mistake than being born. Yet, her grandfather seem to be one of the few family members to be unaffected by her return. If anything, he was more in peace. If anything, he was somewhat glad about what happened.

"Grandpa, you are wised enough. Do you think anyone is going to like me again?" Vihane asked.

"If you weren't liked, you wouldn't be here with your family. So what do you think?" He replied back.

Vihane stayed quiet as her eyes fell to the ground.

"No one in the family hates you. You are still Vihane, my granddaughter." He said.

With her grandfather by he side, she grew feeling for him and eventually become his second living wife. Unfortunately happiness never live on forever.

One by one, her family died out. First her grandfather, next her grandmother, her mother and finally her father. The people she had that she connect heavily with were now nothing but memories. One more thing needed to go, herself.

Vihane wanted death to be with her family yet she could never kill herself as it would bring the end if the universe. Instead, a fake death was needed. To isolate herself from everyone. A place she can forget about most of her problems and wait to die in a natural way.