Gayle Hudes is grieving. At sixteen, she faces successive losses and impermanence as the people around her have fallen into an inevitable fate. As when her father was trodding the same path, she tried her best to take a grip on the hands of time. Until then, her silent grief turns into raging anguish, and the only way she can subdue the pain of her circumstances is to write. To write what she feels and to write what she wishes she had said to those who left and to those who are leaving. She focuses on her scribbles, through which she escapes into visions of misery and madness of her young life.