But the realization had kicked in, and it kicked her hard. She was a monster. She had achieved nothing in her life, except knocking down and slaughtering any bit of happiness that those that mattered to her was once filled with. She was a “vile creature” as he said. Just another troublesome enemy of mankind. Her smile, once unable to leave her face was now far gone, completely lost of how to come back to her pale face. Without him, there was nothing left of her. She simply had no other reason of living, baring a heart, which apparently hers was frozen solid in another dimension. She had nothing left.. Not even George Carlin, or Mayday Parade could make her feel anything anymore.. She was numb. Sickened by the own thought of her own existence.