Like Helena, she thought, it'll be simple. Piercing needles through her eyes, their pleasure. But as every plan unfolds, silent scream is her only vote. Her battle is beyond good and evil, utopia so far. Fading away, hasn't anyone noticed she's missing? The fog around her becomes greater everyday, their laughter too. Ashamed and exhausted she smiles at this great Prozac Nation, knowing she's not alone.
