Evil Depends On Where You're Standing.

You’re Too Important To Just … Die.” He Shakes His Head. He Won’t Even Look At Me—his Eyes Keep Shifting Across My Face, To The Wall Behind Me Or The Ceiling Above Me, To Everything But Me. I Am Too Stunned To Be Angry. “i’m Not Important. Everyone Will Do Just Fine Without Me,” I Say. “who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?

My Dear Girl. I Am His Family. I Am Permanent. You Are Only Temporary.

Who Cares About Pretty? I'm Going For Noticeable.

I Wonder How I Seem To Them. They Must See Someone I Don't See. Someone Capable And Strong. Someone I Can't Be; Someone I Can Be.

"what Did You Do?" I Scream. "you Die, I Die Too."