I walk up the stairs, shock deceiving myself into apathy.
I'm seconds away from bursting into tears. I mean it.
Numb with overload emotions, I feel a shove from behind me.
I don't move, or rather, I move as far as the push. But it's enough.
The entrance domineering, I gasp, whipping my head around, the tears in my eyes streaking my face in twin trails of despair. I try to scream, trying to tell them I don't belong here, but it's too late.
I merge with the crowd as my last glimpse of freedom disappears from my grasp.
I want to scream and shout, telling the people around me "I DON'T BELONG HERE," but it's too late.
I need to see this through to the end.
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Mystery / Thriller"Go out to society, they said. It'll be fun, they said."
