Won't somebody come for me? She thinks, sitting in a field of yellow roses.

Why am I all alone? She thinks as she smooths her skirt a little.

She closes her eyes, just for a second and the only thing she can hear is the light summer wind, blowing through her hair.


When she opens her eyes agains, she lying on the floor, broken glas all around her, cutting into her poor body.

She twists in pain, where is she?

She stand up, looking around she notice a broken painting on the wall behind her.

Why is it broken, she thinks to herself.

She is standing in a long, white, corridor.

Not a single sound can be heard, no wind is blowing, no flowers.

Her heels click against the floor as she runs, runs around in circles in search of something, in search of somebody.

She feel a strange feeling, what is this feeling called? Hope? Happiness?

She can't tell, but she has a felling this is her day.

Maybe somebody is coming for me? She thinks as she keeps on running, looking for something, looking for somebody.


As the flames are engulfing her, and the last of her vision is destroyed, she smiles.

For a second, just a single second, she is in full control of her own body and mind again.

She smiles, tears evaporating in the warmt of her own, burning body.

In her last dying thoughts, she thinks of Garry and Ib, she doesn't hate them, she loved them. Maybe too much?

As she opens her eyes, her memory is blank.

Won't somebody come for me? She thinks as she look down the empty corridor.

She feel a sting of pain in her hand, she is clutching a yellow rose.

Too hard, she was pricked by a thorn, she is hurting the rose, hurting herself.

Is this my day perhaps? She thinks, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Won't somebody come for me?


Im sowwie but I had to write more Mary. Feels.

/Sachiko