• She doesn't understand what's going on. She can't stop feeling this way. All she does know, is that she has to run, to escape. She's so angry, melancholy, confused-in short, upset. Her legs can't take her very far, and her mind is at it's breaking point. Her fears are becoming so much more irrational. She's tempted to do something stupid, something she'll most definitely regret. Something different, something out of character. Something they wouldn't expect. Something, ANYTHING. 'Please!' she cries only in her thoughts, 'Someone! Anyone! Make this stop!' However much she hates it, she needs someone to push her, stop her, hold her, calm her down. And yet, deep down, she knows no one would, because she knows no one cares, and no one ever will.