My life had flashed before me. Still she existed. Still she pursued the thoughts of my mind. She overwhelmed everything that was mine. Forced me in a hole. And yet once again, it happened.

Years ago, something like this has happened before. Yes, yes it has. Over the years I had lost what little confidence I had, again, and again. I was brittle. Over the years of people beating me down. She was always there to destroy me.

Still in that white, sterile room, I sat… And had been for hours. Maybe even days. I thought about who she was… Still she remained a blur. My percents had been in the waiting room, waiting for me to give the que for me to go home. But that wasn’t what I wanted. How many people I would have to explain why I went temporally insane. Thats at least what the doctors say. At this point it might be true…

Still and clam I sat. On the Outside I was fine. On the insane I was screaming. To go Home. No, no I can’t. I can’t. I won’t.