[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "It's as if She were Dead..."[/h3]

	Years ago, if one were to climb the stairs of the Orean CAuse Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, what would they have seen?  They would have bared witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes.  

	The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room.  Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone.  A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing [url=http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/joaohmaggot/Capas%20Slipknot/SlipknotDigipack1999.jpg]creepy masks[/url], the other of some [url=http://taivia.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/the-texas-chainsaw-massacre.jpg]grisly maniac[/url], and lastly a portrait of some [url=http://doublefeatureshow.com/images/covers/the-devils-rejects.jpg]ghastly family[/url], and next to that bed was a [url=http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/profile_mojo_data/3/9/5/1/395175/pics/_c361306_image_0.JPG]sinister instrument[/url], its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier...an amplifier that no longer droned with a static sound...just like the stereo on the old, dust covered dresser no longer played, and the red BC Rich Warlock....she no longer needed...

And that was just how Evelyn found her old dorm, still the same as she left it, the day she....went on...

Stepping into her old abode, it was like descending back through the past, the memories hitting her one after another like bullets from an M16 stuck to her head.  A tear, warm and brimming with melancholy, it snaked down her cold, lifeless cheek and fell to the dusty hardwood floor, empty red eyes gazing to the bed she and Lisa once shared many a night, chatting, watching movies, playing videogames together...and...sharing their love for one another, a love....Evelyn could no longer feel.  She sighed, a pain wrenching her heart as deeper she descended into the vicinity of the old dorm room, taking her usual spot, right there on the red couch in the center of the room.  She swore as she passed her old bed, she could see the ghosts of herself and her sweet, beloved girlfriend, re-enactments of recollections....she no longer wished to possess.  From behind her back she pulled the Hymn of Thanatos, her new wicked axe, and hardwired it into her Schecter Hellion amp-head, closing her eyes and letting her fingers carry her away into the darkness, her pick plucking at the thick metal strings and belting out the painful but beautiful masterpiece of melancholy and anger....that was Pantera's [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMBHYZEkvAs]Hollow.[/url]

Hollow.....it was exactly how she felt.  Nothing was left for her after all that...all that she endured for so long, and now the pain poured like blood from her fingers trailing up and down the neck of her guitar and plucking notes softly...at least before the heavy part kicked in and her foot slammed down hard on her distortion pedal...and her sadness...became anger...