Parked outside her house, Alex sat in her car and gripped the wheel, not knowing whether she wanted to go to bed or to drive somewhere far away and just forget. Was it true that wherever one went, the past would follow? She glanced into the mirror and sighed at the sight of herself. How she hated it, this tendency of hurting those she loved and those she hated equally. And yet it was what fuelled her, what gave her focus and power. It was what made everything so crystal clear, like cocaine. She was badly addicted and she hated it and loved it all at the same time.<br/><br/>At times the thought had crossed her mind as well. I guess everyone thought about it once in their life if things ever were truly bad or difficult. Alex wondered with curiosity what a world without her would be like. Would anyone miss her if she died? Would someone find joy in? Would someone be angry at her? And if so, who? Would there ever be another queen or would she bring all suffering with her into her deep and dark grave. Yes, deep and dark. Dying in a place like that sounded fitting. No one would ever find her body. It was as if she'd just disappear and years after when everyone had already forgotten or died as well, her skeleton would be found.<br/><br/>Alex blinked her eyes when her coat pocket began to vibrate. It tore her away from her morbid thoughts. She fished out her cellphone and was surprised to see Keith calling her. Wasn't he supposed to be in the hospital? Nonetheless, she accepted his call. "I told you to get some rest, didn't I?" She spoke.