'_**Why?**_' _Damn...there's that voice again...that voice...it's so familiar. That voice. That's right, it's my voice._ '_**Maria?**_' _That was...my name. I know why. I know why I wanted to die. I...couldn't find anything else to live for. I knew why we live, and why we die, but not **what** it was like. To live and to die...something so easily gone, so easily taken. I didn't want this. I want to live. Even when I know the answer is something so simple that it's boring. I'm lonely here. So lonely. I miss them already. I don't like it here. It's dark here...**Where** is here? Them? Them **who**? I'm fading...into this darkness._