Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous

It is noon. The silence was broken by the sound of an antique clock chiming echoed through out the mansion. Outside, a pair of ducks was dancing in the pond, moving gracefully to the beautiful symphony of the birds. The smell of fresh cut grass still fills the air. But inside, the air was still. There is no one to be seen except for a woman with an unprecedented reputation. With her precious Persian cat she lies in bed, looking up to the ceiling and staring at the huge crystal chandelier, turned on. Designer clothes and shoes scattered around her. Pieces of broken glass were lying on the cold white marble floor beside her bed. Her diamond Blackberry was among that broken glass. On the wall, a partially cracked mirror was what’s left, hanging by a thread. The sound of running water was coming from the bathroom. The tap was left running in the bath tub. Water was pouring out rapidly and soaked the velvet red robe that was lying on the floor of the bathroom. Bottles of red wine and ammonia were seem to be the main theme of the bathroom. On the sink was an overturned pill container, cracked open, with her name on it. The container was empty.