And suddenly, she just needed out. Out of this world, away from the pain, away from the sorrow, away from the bitter taste of betrayl. This world holds nothing for her anymore. No light to save her, and no night to take her, for she is broken beyond repair. What does she do? Yes, what is she going to do.... The whiskey doesn't work anymore, the smokes have run out, and nothing can give her the distraction she needs to survive. So she goes out and sits under the moon. The only thing close to this world that knows her, her pains, her loves, her secrets and her darkest fears. She cries her sorrows out to the beautiful moon who just sits and watches it all. She prays, no, BEGS, to be taken out of this cruel world. And the moon pitying her, grants her wish with a bolt of lightning that leaves behind a message of otherworldly despair.