She has broken a window in her room. Gimmily wasn't sorry about it. She always does it when she feels bad. When it is hard to understand what is going in her soul. She didn't what to listen anybodies advices.
- Hey, do u hear me, Jamm? - said her mother
- I hate! I hate them! I hate my life!!! I can't listen to you, mummy! What's going on with me? with people all around me? 'Cause I'm dieing! Dieing! Why don't they understand it? Why they do such silly things with me? I have only two year to live in this world! And they say they wanna me to die as soon as I can! But why? Why? I didn't do nothing wrong to them! Am I stupid? Then why? Why? Why? - Gimmily was crying. She didn't undersand anything. Why people don't love her? What did she do to them?
She was ill. Completely sick. Fatally sick. And she wanted to live. But not in this place, not in this world. Sonewhere where people can... not love, but just don't touch her.