Still Alive from Portal
Megan hugged herself. She rocked gently back and forth, pulling the white jacket tighter around her. The walls were padded and soundproof, but she didn’t notice. Nothing about her surroundings affected her at all; she lived in her head and sang to herself.
“This was a triumph. I’m making a note here: huge success.”
Her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, someone younger, a blond with a bigger chest. He was her world and in losing him, he had broken her. She’d snapped. She wasn’t even sure where the knife came from, but suddenly she had one in her hand. She wasn’t upset, nooo. She was happy for him. He had won someone “better.” Even though he broke her heart, tore it into pieces, and threw it in the fire, she was happy for him. She wanted him to go away. She made him go away. The knife sliced through his flesh as easily as scissors through paper.
While he lay dying, she was still alive. When he was dead, she was still alive. Still alive. Still alive.