Reporter: So how long have you been Mrs.
Mrs. Lonely: Since I was fertilized and before my
Reporter: [laughs a little]And how long have you
been married to Mr. Lonely?
Mrs. Lonely: May 12th, 2009.
Reporter: And why, after all this time decide to
Mrs. Lonely: For a while now, I've always forsaken my
true nature, my heritage, my inhabitant.
Reporter: Have you benefited any?
Mrs. Lonely: Do anyone benefit with a person that they
are forced to accept? Only to have to live with them? Especially
if you still hate them.
Reporter: So why not keep running from your
destiny of doom?
Mrs. Lonely: My destiny is my reality with which I am
surrounded in. Even if I did run forever, I couldn't. I could be
the best running athlete in the world and be completely perfect
at doing it, but I will tire out eventually.
Reporter: I see... So how did you and Mr. Lonely
Mrs. Lonely: Well we really didn't meet because at one
time I was with Happy, but he found me, intriguing me, promising
me that I would have even more fun, even better time than
anything on earth and like a mouse I took the trap, only to be
crushed in half.
Reporter: Quick death huh?
Mrs. Lonely: [laughs/chuckles] No.
Reporter: [looking confused]
Mrs. Lonely: I survived. The trap didn't get the fair
part of me like it should have, so now I'm stuck suffering,
dying, wishing I were already dead.
Reporter:[about to say something but is cut
Mrs. Lonely: You know what the worst death is?
Reporter: Being tortured?
Mrs. Lonely: No, being alive enough to realize you're
dying, realizing you've made a mistake that cost your life. Most
dead people may sleep peacefully because their death was merciful
enough to not let them realize how naive they really were. I on
the other hand, not so fortunate.
Reporter: So you live life regretting a
Mrs. Lonely: Oh of course, but it's ok, that's who made
me who I am. Live, learn, teach.
Reporter: Interesting, I have one last question
that will take up the rest of our time together.
Mrs. Lonely: Shoot.
Reporter: If you were to die tomorrow[is cut off
Mrs. Lonely: FINALLY die yes?
Reporter: [hesitates a little] W-what would you
say to Mr. Lonely? Be brutally honest.
Mrs. Lonely: Don't worry I will...[takes a deep breath]
If I were to finally die tomorrow I would tell Mr. Lonely that he
doesn't know me and will never know me the way Happy knew me. He
will never be able to reach me as much as Happy did, as far as
I'm concerned anyway. I pray that all is changed tomorrow but
always comes to no prevail. I'd tell him that I wish you wouldn't
have loved material possessions more than me, pride more than
me...[starts to speak with her eyes closed, as she tries not to
cry] I wish..[her voice is breaking] I wish that I could do all
the things that Mistress could for you. I wish you could look at
me the way you look at her. I wished that you would put away all
your fears and doubts away and love me the way you promised. I
regret ever meeting you because I know that you are more than
what you put out and you wont let me see it. I wish I wasn't such
a fool in love letting you expose me so softly, so swiftly. I
wish you could love me the way I needed to be. I'm dying and it's
your fault because you can't give me the little bit of water I
need to bloom into what you want most. It's mostly my fault
because I stick around for change. I wish I didn't let you do the
things you've done to me, making me feel like a dirty whore, a
used sponge. I wish you didn't abandon me when I needed you most.
I wish I never allowed myself to screw myself over with Happy
just to be with YOU. I wish so badly that you could really see
me, know me, care to know me, and treat me the way you know I
want to be treated...[stops and silently cries but continues] you
told me that you were going to give me your heart, all of you,
but you lied and now all I want is for you to admit it and you
wont.. I wish you realized how much I need you to live and how
much I changed just for you and only you. I just want you to know
that I'd die for you and your love and I'd let myself be tortured
by you... I've always wanted one thing from you that you can give
but never give me... why don't you give it to me... it's just as
simple as my love for you... you ask so much, with so many
rules... and to live my death with certain I just want one thing
that you refuse to give because of your uncomfort...[just
Reporter: [says weakly] thank you...