Someday, when I am nothing but dust and wind, what tale will they tell about me? 
This was a constant thought in her mind as she sipped on her glass of wine and looked at the documents being slowly burned by the fire in her fireplace. She started her own narrative within her mind as she looked at her enemies disappear into oblivion. Turned to embers by what could be called a renewing blaze in her life. Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. People who were supposed to protect her no matter what happened, people who were supposed to have her back no matter what, people who should love her unconditionally. Now as she looks back at those times, she sees that she was completely naive in believing those thoughts. Humans are...inherently evil, no matter what happens, humans will always try to best their kin, to have a superior stepping stone, to stand above the ones who are supposed to be their equal. She carried on her narrative. Then they betrayer her, and she destroyed them all. Nothing else could be said, there was nothing else to be said. No words, only revenge and honestly now that she had completed it she didn't fill fulfilled at all. It had not filled the gap, the void that she felt within her heart. She felt an emptiness that no matter what, even after completing all her plans, felt vain, vague and unfulfilling. Now as she sat on her living room looking at the documents that tied her to her own actions she knew that the only place that awaited her presence was hell. But what was hell compared to having her own life destroyed by the ones who were supposed to have her back. She still remembers the day where this all began, she was so naive and in her scepticism she laughed in the face of adversity. She decided within herself that what was happening to her was impossible. But after it was all said and done she had decided that even if she had to scrape the bottoms of hell itself she was going to make these people pay for what they had done to her, she knew it wouldn't be an easy plan, nothing simple. It would be long and she accepted that penance for herself. In her plan for revenge, she had done everything, even things that she wasn't proud. Things that were unutterable. She had no loves, no lovers and no one close. To conclude her plan she knew that she couldn't have anyone close to her, she couldn't have anyone that would worry if she would get home at night, no one that awaited at dinner, no one that would care. The only person good enough to care for her was herself. A self saving nihilism that she knew ultimately was necessary. And there was no justification, she needed no justification for her own actions beyond the fact that she could. She just could and if she could destroy the rich and powerful she would do it. She had no one, she knew that the path that she was walking was a lonesome one and even so she had never turned her back to it, she had never decided to diverge not even when the possibility of an escape had presented itself in the form of the thing she should fear most. Society's authority, a police officer, not even that would make her turn away, she needed this, it was a icommensurable need that she could not discard from her being. In the finishing of her own narrative within her mind she would finish with a not so loved and supported unhappy ending. For there was no happy ending in her story. She had her revenge and that had cost her more than 5 years of her life. For her ending there was only this. Sitting alone in a living room she had gotten from the very people she had gotten revenge on. It was a vain and vague unsatisfactory feeling that no one and nothing would ever be able to make sense of. And now as the fire killed the last evidence of her actions she felt in someway a vague sense of renewal as if her life had started moving again, as if she could finally do something in a way she felt a relief as if a weight had been removed from her shoulders but in the end she didn't feel a fulfilment, her cunning plan had fulfilled nothing. It gave her no closure but the satisfaction that her enemies were now long gone.