The room is dark and hallow. Decorated with an old 1950s like wallpaper and furniture. The room was filled with smoke of a cigarette resting between her lips. It was dim with only a lamp beside her. On the counter top there was bottles of pills and a mirror like plate with bottles of liquor on top. She held a gun in her hand and obtained a picture on her lap. The picture was of her and her late husband. On the chair across from her was where he sat and on it was his favorite outfit. She felt the betrayal in her mind and the weakness of her soul. Her face was ruined from tears dragging her make up. Pale white, sherry lips, and golden brown eyes. She kept relaying the graphic and vivid image in her head of the man that raped her. It was a few months after her husband had died. She walked the street back home from work. As she opened the door she was knocked out with a bat. She was almost fully unconscious and so badly beaten. She felt the pain that the man brought to her. He forcefully undressed her and raped her right there. He left her on the floor bleeding out and never made it in the house. She was hospitalized a for a few days. Which brings us here to this moment in her home. It was vacant, and all life was lost. She felt she had nothing else to live for and sought only one solution. She dressed for the occasion and placed the gun inside her mouth. As she sang to the record playing "darling Forever" she pulled the trigger blowing her brains out. The record continues to play and the picture was covered in her streaming blood. In the distance sirens were heard and soon her home was to be filled with police officers. As the home was entered and police cars were outside the man who had raped her was across the street. In a brown coat and a black fedora he grinned and watched how they took her away.
