All I can remember is the smell in the room, not her face, not the noises, just ... The smell. It was like all the grief and all the pain she suffered was filling up the room with this  suffocating stench. I felt like her pain was now seeping into my own pores into my bloodstream. As she was finally being released from this hell, I was just captured and being called a prisoner. The only way out, was her only way out. I would soon have to follow in her same fate as if it had always been my own destiny. For we all know we are born to die... But my question is why. My question is for what. Why have we had to go through so much pain,so much trials for it to all end so... Abruptly. What was our purpose and do we ever achieve it, and if we don't, and if we fail are we still prisoners to this hell. Well, why ask these question when silence is your only answer, so I stay quiet and absorb the smell.