With All Else Gone (Jeff The Killer)

The Beginning

                Everything has a beginning. The Universe, movies, lives, this story. An introduction of sorts. Well, let's start like this. Brianna. That was her name. She lived a simple life, nothing too special .  Maybe it wasn't the best, certainly far from what is considered a 'good' life, though she made do. She never knew her Father, only ever had her Mother. Her brother as well, though he moved out when she was a child. Thus, she only had Mom.  The girl was 18 by now, working on moving into an apartment. She never graduated, she had no  choice. Her mother got sick, and needed her care, though it was no simple sickness . It was one she'd never recover from. One that would take her... in time. She stayed home every day to care for her, though it couldn't last. Could not last...
Really, now, it wasn't very good at all. She would never complain. In fact, maybe not the best is exactly how she would put it.

The past. That's where it should stay. Would stay. The rest of Brianna will be discovered, now that a little of her is known. Quite the woman, she is. Though darkness enveloped her, always. The hanging aura in the air, powerful, almost a stench to it. Nothing good ever came, and when it did it was in small amounts. It was either a  bland day, or a bad one. Boring walk down the road, or a trip. Never a lone dollar sitting in the grass, a treasure for those lucky enough to saunter along by it, nor a day when the sun shone a little brighter on her, and the breeze would blow through her auburn hair in a way that made her feel alive; happy.

                     Perhaps it would change soon. Perhaps it would worsen. Maybe a bit of both? After all, sometimes bad can do some good...