I never expected to have such...intense feeling for someone I disliked my entire life. The feeling of floating out of my body, to feel the air in and out of me, to leave that hatred and resentment behind, it was freeing. My father, who had tried to mold me into his perfect little girl, to his liking, drove me to this. I couldn't handle the pressure, I was weak. I regret every last bit of my hate now though. Now seeing what I did absolutely destroying him as he sits next to my death site on the hospital bed, where they so desperately tried to save me. My spirit floats higher as contemplation becomes my being, slowly but surely. Now all I can do is pray to whatever god is bringing me up to either be saved, damned, or judged.