The tears were flowing down her face like the fountain that stood in her back yard. Her face too was like the fountain, cold and distant. Her dark hair was stringy. She hadn't washed it in days and she didn't see the point. Haze never felt beautiful no matter how many times she washed her hair, or how much makeup she wore and she thought "what the hell?" and just decided to stop doing both. Haze didn't have anyone to impress anymore.

Her house felt lonely today which was odd. Usually her house was so peaceful with the immense amount of white creating a sensual, comfortable sort of mood. There was always so much light in her home. The sun seeped through her many towering windows and the breeze often blew through her light sheer curtains. Her furniture was oversized, very much unlike herself, reaching out to hug you as you sat down. Her home did lack colour, with the exception of the lovely potted foliage that sprouted periodically throughout the rooms. The only thing that was truly dark were the black and white photos of her family and loved ones on the wall, which should have been a sign for the events that followed. Now her house seemed gray. Her chairs no longer seemed to give out hugs but a strangling grasp instead. Haze's house was empty, a lot like her heart.

"What's going on?" She yelled, as she stood on the railing of her balcony in her white night gown. The gown was simple, but the pouring rain allowed her body to be seen underneath it. Her body was nothing to look at anymore, her once sexy curves had eventually been demolished by her sickness.

Haze's heart was racing. It felt as though it was going to burst out of her chest. She hadn't felt her heart beat in a long time. She never felt alive enough. Though she had to be honest with herself, in all her life, she had never felt more alive as she did then, standing on her balcony staring at the cold, mossy ground below.

"Won't you come home and stop this pain tonight?" She said to nobody as she closed her eyes tightly. She had stopped crying, the only things running down her cheeks were the raindrops that were still pounding from the haunting clouds that loomed over her head. "Stop this pain tonight." She repeated through clenched teeth. Haze didn't know who she was talking to, herself maybe, or perhaps someone else, though she knew very well that she didn't have anyone but herself, and even she was slowly disappearing and wouldn't be around for much longer.

Haze's breathing slowed. She stood erect, her feet firmly on the top of the railing of her balcony and her hands holding on tightly to the terrace about her. Her fingernails were dirty and still bleeding from the marks her teeth made while she was creating a temporary cure for her nervous energy. She started humming to herself one of her favourite songs.

She continued humming for a while, and then she jumped.