Hurt - Christina Aguilera
Evey was sitting up, curled into a fetal position as she leaned against the rickety headpost of her flat's bed. This was such a grimy place, something V would never had wanted for her.
She was off from work that day, for the first time in a few weeks. Finally she had gained some alone time.
But did she really want to sit here alone? Having the extra time to think over certain recent events
V was dead.
V…and everything that he had been, all of that charisma. He was dead.
A muffled sob came from her throat.
She threw a musty blanket over her head.
…moaning now.
"Why? Oh god why?"