You’re finally there, nothing can break you, the poverty, the brutality, the anger you’re past it. You even begin to look back on it all in pride. You can begin to walk like you have oil wells pumping from your walls. You made it through, you’ve finally done it and then fate kicks in.

Maybe it was the pride that ticked her off and challenged her. Either way fate is here and she begins her work. The wells begin to dry up and everything begins to crumble around you…you mourn but deep down you always knew it would end like this.

After all what did you expect when you bought the broken dream?