"I don’t know, Mom’s kinda freaked out. She thinks it’s the end, soon. Grandma’s just gotten obsessed with dying and age and stuff. Mom said she found poetry written in purple lipstick on her bedside table by her pills. It had a black rose on the bottom, too. I know, right? Like, I asked her the other night if she wanted a carrot and pea omelet or a cheese one, and she just looked at me sadly and said ‘You young people just don’t understand’ and sulked off to her room. A few minutes later, every room in the house was blasted with Evanescence. It’s getting painful. She calls herself Midnight Thorn now."