Tori.

We can't wait for her to die. She never had kids, she never got married, she left no mark on this world.

"Victoria, let go. It's okay to go." 

Maybe, now that she's dying, we won't have to visit this stupid home anymore. I've been here too long if she's not gonna die tonight. Well, call me and let me know. I'm going home. 

Everyone exits. Close up on the girl in the bed that could hear everything. Weeping silently begging God to take her back. 

But then again, this world didn't want her, why would you want her back?