Trisha Interrupted 1

There's something about Trisha. She's not the same as she used to be. All her joy is gone with the wind. There's something about Trisha.

Now she sleeps. She doesn't want to get up. The whole world is a veil of sorrows. There's nothing to do in life except that it have a sad ending. She misses Gabriel terribly.

She stares at the wall as she drinks her coffee in what looks like an abandoned hotel. She stares blankly at the wall and THINKS. Who is she? How has she become this way? Was she an authentic Jew or had she become too Americanized? She THINKS. If only Gabriel was here. He would make her laugh. There's nothing to laugh at. There's nothing. She takes out a gun and clocks herself.

The blaring sound of the ambulence. The sound and the chaos of the sirens. It is something to hear.

-Who is she?

-Who cares? She's dying.

-Suicide?

-It appears so.

-She looks like a dead body already.

Trisha was pale and unreal. As if a spirit had inhabited her body and chosen to eat her organs from the inside, she seemed to contain nothingness.