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"Salope!"

I slammed the door behind me, hoping to get him off of my back for at least a couple of seconds. Already, I could feel the air being stolen from my lungs by this place . . . by him. Everywhere I looked seemed to be another wall trapping in whatever agony that had hovered in that stupid red room. I needed out.

As I darted for the stairs, I threw his shoes over the ledge, one at a time in separate directions. I didn't note where they fell, instead just continuing my race for the exit of this hell hole.

"C'est de conneraies!"

I ignored the French curse words that were falling me, and caught sight of the big entry doors. I needed to get outside, I needed to taste fresh air, I needed to get away from here. Be anywhere but here, really. I was almost stumbling down the last few steps, before pushing open the doors and stumbling through.

Instantly, the cold reached me. It clawed at my skin, seeping through the very layer of my body, until it had soaked through my entire core in a matter of seconds. But the icy chill was nothing. I ran forward, blindly into the endlessly white world before me. All I could see was snow stretching on wards, falling, for as far as the eye could see. And I ran towards it.

"Bea!" I heard a faint murmur against the roar of the wind.

Why couldn't he leave me alone? Why couldn't the world just leave me be in this horrible misery? I liked the cold misery that my environment was giving me, so why couldn't that be enough for everyone around me?

I could feel the tears blurring my vision, not that it mattered in this endlessly white world where the ability to see was useless. I felt the ground slide beneath my feet and suddenly, with something foreign bursting painfully through the back of my head, I was feeling snow pound on my face. It hurt. It all hurt so much. It always hurt, though.

Sluggishly, I rose to my feet, stumbling forward then again.

"Bea, are you okay?" His voice sounded closer.

"Leave me alone," I snapped, lowly. I knew he could hear me.

"You're bleeding, Bea. You need to come inside with me," he reasoned.

"Go away!" I shouted, now. "Don't you see I belong here?"

I could know hear the thud, thud, thud of his footsteps quickly approaching me. I couldn't move any faster away from him.

His voice was pretty much at my ear now. "Don't say that, do- BEA!"

I could hear him calling my name as the earth snapped underneath my feet, sinking me into something that was much thicker, much colder, and much more sinister than the air. I could feel the water pushing its way into my lungs, feel it pressing into my skin as if it were trying to give me a hug.

I kicked my legs, whipping my arms around, trying to propel myself upward and- oh. The back of my head wailed once more in agony as I crashed into something on top of me. I reached upward, trying to push at it, feeling no movement beneath my fingers whatsoever. I banged against it, trying to peer up but seeing nothing but white above me.

Why was I trying so hard? Wasn't this what I wanted, to let go? To remove all of the misery and heartache from me? Maybe I could finally let it all go, finally not have to feel . . .

*

"Casse-toi," I heard someone murmur.

I could feel the cold air hitting my skin, the icy ground pressed against my back. Above me, some sort of blurry figure sat, but there was too much water in my eyes to properly tell who it was. Maybe if I just closed them a little . . .

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