Disclaimer: I was in grade school when the idea of Repo! was in the works.
Title: The Punch Line
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
She stared at the house through the tall, black-iron gates—just staring. Suddenly, it all seemed like a joke, one big joke that she hadn't understood the punch line to until it was too late to laugh.
Her hands grasped the bars, taking note of the bitter-cold sting that she had always once-imagined it would have.
Shilo sighed as she laid her head against the metal and thought, what a stupid joke.
Her lips parted with insane, forced chuckles that sounded very much like sobbing. She had always wanted to escape this house, wanted so bad to be on this side of the fence, that now it seemed so silly that she really was standing on the outside, looking in. Her eyes drifted closed, expecting them to open to her plastic-shrouded bed with her father gently coaxing her to wake and drink medicine she knew now as poison.
So stupid, she thought again when her eyes opened to the unchanging cold house that had always been a tomb.
The paparazzi were gone, the stage lights had dimmed, the blood was flaking off her skin, her idol and godmother would sing nevermore, and her father really wasn't going to open the gates for her. He really wasn't going to come out of the house and scold her for going outside.
It was over, her old life was over, all of it—over.
And the really funny part, the hilarious punch line to this horrible joke was that she had no new life to start living. Free at last, but trapped like a bug dying on a needle.
And Shilo stared at the house through tall, black-iron gates, unsure of when she was supposed to have laughed and turned away.