A drunken madness is in our midst tonight. He comes quick like lightening ready to devour all takers. He succeeds in tearing hope away from our very hearts. With his final intake of our souls, we are now his prisoners. Chained by the locks of his drunken madness. A atmosphere so familiar its takers have experienced worse, proving that even with his drunken madness,they have been through much worse.
Hope was extremely angry.Why should she be confined to this absurdity? This was her house, her life and yet the fact that her long lost sister returned from the dungeon's of poor slum and everything not Gucci still troubled the deepest depths of her soul. Her name was the total opposite of what she felt. There was no Hope left. Her life was done for and everything she worked for was now ashes and dust.