"Ughhhhhhhh! I can't take it!" Mack yelled, as she was pushing her baby May into the beautiful world (yeah that's what the world is, ha!) May was wailing as Mack just pushed her into Em's arms. "Take this Creature! She looks like Baylor, just the memories are too much." Mack said as Em turned away and carried May out of the room. "It's okay, she isn't much of a mother anyway, and she shouldn't be." Em said jealously that Baylor had never chosen her, that Mack was carrying a baby that should be hers, that Em would have to deal with the spoiled brat, just like her dimwit of a mother. That night Mack had taken over 20 pills to forget the terrible things that she had done. She hadn't woken up until she heard Em enter. Em had a knife in her left hands and a platter of something else in her other hand. Mack was scared out of her wits. "wakey, wakey! Time to get up!" Em yelled. Mack saw blood on Ems wrists. She had a terrified look in her eyes. Mack finally sat up an saw Em'a wrists were cut, and Em had a noose on the platter. "This was his. I plan to use it, but this time I am willing. I don't think he was willing. She had a demonic smile on her face. Mack got up and took Ems wrists. Mack led her to the bathroom sink, and she threw the platter in the trash. "No, you must live. The problems I have caused are too much." Em nodded and they soon became good friends again.