PROLOGUE

She sat on the bed with her tear filled face already swollen, her shirt soaked like the weather was hot. With the fifth bottle of whisky in her hand and a gun on the bed she couldn't think of anything but them both,she couldn't face the next phase of life already it had dawned on her that she has nothing, absolutely nothing. As she finished the last gulp of whiskey, she picked up the gun, the last thing she heard was a thunderous sound and the last thing she saw was a thick black cloud, she couldn't wait to take off this burden and was glad as it happened.