...Sally sat alone in her office. She was always alone. She thought hard about everything that was wrong with her life. Then again thought of someone who she thought had a perfect life. Miranda . Sally couldn't just let her live...with the man of her life that is. She couldn't believe she saw the love of her life kissing another woman. She had a flashback, but was interrupted when her pen fell off of he desk. She bent over her chair and picked it up.

"What should I do with Miranda..." Sally thought hard to herself. She got up from her comfortable chair and began to pace the room. Sally thought of torturing her, but realized it was no use. She had to suffer. She had to... die. It was the only way Sally could be with Rey.

Some how the color white flashed into her mind. She shivered. She hated the color white. It was all the wore when she was in the mental institute.

She had a white dress-like thing with a slit in the back. She wasn't allowed to see anyone in the outside world. She got injected with different type and sizes of needles. She remembered once her mother came to see her. Sally was walked with two nurses to a bullet proof room. She saw her mother. She had cried hard. Her mother had never seen her before but today. Streams of tears poured down from Sally's face. She hadn't cried like that. Not even when her mom didn't come to say I love you for her birthday. Come to think of it she was alone. She realized she never heard her mom say that. For her birthday she hadn't received anything. Not even a hello from her mom. When sally was a little girl her father left. Ever since that her mom began to ignore her. She made Sally feel like it was her fault.

Now that her mom was standing right in front of her with her arms open ready for a hug. She thought everything was fine...it wasn't. A rush of anger flew threw the veins in her temple to the veins in her hands.

"Why do you show up until now," Sally whispered in a harsh voice.

Her mother lowered her hands, "Ok...I need money."

Sally stared at her in disbelief. There was an awkward silence between the two.

Sally ran toward her mother pushing her down. She began to show her fury. She didn't realize her mother was screaming bloody murder, nor the nurses trying to push her off of her mother.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Sally shrieked in rage. Feeling the sharp pain of the needles sting her arms, she immediately felt tired.

"AREGGG!" Sally shrieked, tears of anger sting her eyes. She wanted to hurt...to kill...Storming out of the office she pulled on a ski cap and glove, grabbing a envelop opener.

Marlena gasped as she heard a scream walking quickly towards the sound. As her fingers hesitated on the doorknob, the door burst open, a tall person bursting out of it. She towered over her while Marlena trembled slightly

Sally stared down at the trembling figure under her. MIRANDA. Bending she yanked her up by her hair, noting with satisfaction the woman yelped in pain. Dragging her forward into the men's locker room, she slammed her into the cold hard floor.

Marlena cried out in pain as she felt her wrist snap As her attacker approached her, she lashed out with her leg. The attacker stumbled back spitting blood out as well. With strength Marlena didn't think was possible, her attacker smashed her fist into her temple, stomping on her stomach with a high heeled boot. Marlena felt her mind go foggy. A sharp pain brought her back to reality as a knife dug into her left wrist, and again in her right. She felt herself getting slammed into the locker her mind going blank.

The bitch was dying...good riddance too. Sally pulled her out of her slumped position, she took her bleeding wrist smearing five letters , two words on the wall before she fled. 'For Us'