Fall From Grace

Suzy has been sitting on the parapet of her Toa Payoh flat for an hour now...trying hard to find at least one good memory that can instill a smile. Alas there was none except for the the little matchbox cars she remembered playing with her brother. Ironically, the cars zooming below does seem like Matchbox ones..only..these were a little more faster, bigger and real.

Suzy was always envious over her friends during her growing up years. They always had new shoes, new school bags after the June holidays and more importantly, the love showered by their parents. Suzy had nothing. She was the rotten fruit from drug loving parents. An uncomfortable presence.

Naturally, she seeked solace in drugs too when she hit 13. Dropped out of school. Forced into the sordid world of prostituition so that she could afford the luxuries of make-up and branded bags. Just when she thought nothing could get worse, Murphy's Law came into play. The results of her blood test were finalised. Suzy is diagnosed with HIV.

Maybe this was her way out. Misery awaits behind her should she change her mind. Like a prized ballerina, she took a step into nothingness...like a little sparrow during its maiden flight. Suzy tasted gravity. Somehow the weight of the world was left behind the moment she fell from grace.