Emma

"Mourning over life's true purpose is one's only self-centered victory in this creation of skin and embodiment, which creates the illusion of nutrition of the way one person is supposed to live on their only aspiration, can bring only what a person least desires the most in their mortal state, thus the imprisonment of your own self conceives the fear in which one's self loathes because of its pure power in manipulation of the human mind." - MS

This segment is dedicated to those who have fallen along the path and cannot get up.

Emma

Being something you're not comes naturally to most people. Actually most people wouldn't even give themselves a second chance on changing that. Neither would Emma, Emma wouldn't even blink to change her lifestyle of drugs. She was satisfied with just to be addicted to crack and heroine. She doesn't have family, her mother died when she was eight because of overdose. Her father robbed a bank and became a millionaire because of discovering oil. Emma had no knowledge of him nor did she want knowledge of him or of any other relatives. A drug dealer took her in, she became addicted to drug by age twelve. He sometimes got drunk and knocked Emma around, but she was tough and most of the time ended up stabbing him in one of his limbs. Though she was a drug addict, Emma persisted on getting good grades in school, actually the drug dealer did. So, she graduated high school at age seventeen, just a few days shy of her birthday. She did get a scholarship, but it was not enough to pay for an entire intuition, so she declined. Now Emma is nineteen, she moved out of her apartment because the drug dealer who took her in tried to rape her and succeeded. That was not her first time, but Emma was still scarred for life. She disconnected from her friends after graduation, they were using her to get drugs.

Emma was not pale but very tanned, her hair was a deep dark black color and her eyes changed regularly from green to brown to blue to honey. Because she was an addict her weight always was borderline anorexic plus she didn't eat that much. On her arms were tiny little cuts, she cut herself every thursday and saturday afternoon. After the drugs wore off, Emma always fell into depression, and until she got more drugs, she continued to stay depressed. She was truly alone, her drug dealer burnt a picture of her older sister, she left before Emma's mother died. That was the only time Emma cried and she never went out unless it was for drugs or for dancing in the clubs. To Emma, it all seemed fair, the way life was and how it should have been in the first place. In her mind, Emma was vain and cruel to anyone who looked at her in a different way. To Emma life was completely fair and anyone who dared to question her way of life ended up dead. She learned how to shoot a gun at age fifteen. The only difference between her and everyone else was the theory if everything taken away from her, it wouldn't change.

Emma walked down the streets of the city, it was her home or as close as home was going to get.