The wind blows and her locks of hair started dancing around her head. She does not see where she is going and she does not care. All she could feel was this heaviness in her heart, pulling her spirits down with every step she takes.

Laughter could be heard nearby. But it sounds soft—too soft to her ears. She carries on walking aimlessly across the deserted road, willing moving cars to hit her.

Hit me. Just hit me. I want to die. This life of mine isn’t worth living anymore.

But there is no vehicles in sight. She walks towards a silver Toyota and looks right into the darkness of the empty seats. There, she stands for a minute, wondering what would happen if that car hit her there and then.

At that moment, yowlings could be heard, piercing the still and quiet night. Drawing towards that strange sound, she sees two cats hissing ferociously at each other. She hates fights. Especially cat fights.

Settling down on a stone bench, her appearance causes a pause in the fight. Both cats look at her with bright green eyes. The attacking cat (which has a bell around its neck) looks away and starts yowling at the other. Fearing that a fight will ensue, she begins to sing:

“Au melan iilu seda humm iu,
Biuu sadah haum le maa uun.
Li dul! Li dul! Au rei aun dahl,
Harumm ie du si ruu.”

The cat (with the bell) looks at her direction and begins to walk towards her. Fear creeps into her as she stays still while it walked closer and closer. It sniffs at her, and then, as if she was something bad, it turns away.

She decides that it was time to go and jumps away from the bench and away from the cats. The cat which was sniffing at her sees that she makes her move and starts to follow her, its bell silent with every slow step.

She thinks nothing more of a cat following her. She takes a long route home and could still feel the cat following her. She turns around to see a pair of green eyes piercing into her own. Feeling a little afraid, she increase her pace. The cat keeps up and its bell starts ringing. She slows down; the bell is silent. She stops and the cat stops as well.

Trying to ignore the cat, she walks on. The soft paws of the cat made no sound as it follows and watches her. Whenever she was too far ahead of it, it catches up and its bell would ring into the night.

By now, she is frantic, turning every second to see that same pair of eyes looking right into her. She walks quickly across the open pavement, under the void decks, around the stone tables and along the railings. The cat is never far behind.

Seeing the road, she thinks that this is her last chance.

Oh God, help me.

She hears the bells.

And nothing more.