As her body grew silent, her breath motionless. No more moans of pain. I felt as if I could see her spirit rise from her body. I should have felt some sort-of sadness however, only joy came from her death. A single tear of joy fell from my eyes as the family looked on with pity for me.

I loved her she was my soul mate, but in her last years, I could not stand to be near her. I could not stand to watch her body deteriorate before my eyes. Knowing that I could do nothing to stop her illness.

In the beginning, I believed that I would be her medicine. I would help her smile when the pain hit. I would help ease her mind from the inevitable end that would befall her. However, after watching her grow weaker I knew that I would have to help her with the simplest of tasks. Her orders seemed to please me at first, feeling that I could be of some help.

However, as time went on they would start to burden me. Every day spent with her taking her to the bathroom, spoon-feeding her meals. Cleaning her withered body before the smell got too strong.

Visitors looked at me with whispers of admiration. I would hear them say how amazing I am for taking on this task. I ate it up, all the praise, all the compliments. Everyone marveled at how much of a wonderful person I was.

Oh if they only knew how I hated it. Now it is all over. The day has come and, I have rejoiced. I shall surely go to hell for these feelings in me. I cover her face with the sheet and now can begin my life again as what would seem to be a free woman. I do pray that she is in a better place and that she is no longer in pain. However, to see the walls outside of this place will be a blessing. Yes, I shall surely go to hell for these feelings.

She hides in the light. She dances the dance that is expected of her. She straightens her hair and puts on bright colors. She walks among you. You may even think she is one of you. Her green eyes and pink lips tell you she’s ok. They tell you that she has everything. You find yourself wanting to be her. But out of the light, darkness comes crashing in like a tidal wave. Washing all the color from her. You can see her green eyes rimmed in sadness. Her lips cracked and pained from biting them all day. The girl she shows you is not the girl you see. She walks in darkness shrouded in gray. She will play the part, but she will never be like you. She will wear her mask. She will laugh at all the right places and dance the dance that is expected of her.

“You’re my favorite”. I heard him whisper in her ear. Her pale grey eyes wide. I strained to see what was happening. He was just sitting there with his face pressed into her hair. I thought he was smelling it. But when I looked and I mean really looked he was licking it. I saw his tongue gliding across the top of her head and as he lifted his head he saw me looking at him. And he smiled. That smile was terrifying. I’ve never been so scared of a smile in my life. I pulled my gaze from him and saw the girl or what was left of her. I wonder what color her eyes were before they turned this murky grey. I wonder whether or not she laughed or maybe she was a bitch and deserved this. This man stood now. It’s funny because to look at him as an average man on the street he doesn’t look scary. But here in this dark dirty space he’s quite terrifying. He has that short thin comb over hair. Basic brown is what I would call the color the same as his eyes. He's tall and skinny and slouchy. He shouldn’t be scary but right now I am terrified and I am pretty sure that warmth I’m feeling is pee flowing down my leg. I watch him walk over to me. My hands are tied to an eye hook in the wall. He stands over me smiling that same smile. He reaches his hand down towards me and says “You’re my favorite”