In, out. My breath is steady, almost like nothing had ever happened. Almost as if I have been here all night long, undisturbed. But the thing that I cannot get off my mind, is the concern, the fact that I know that it happened and that I am proud of it yet disturbed. I know my mother won't take me back, and I know that I cannot lie to hide the fact that every negative thing caused was because of me. I know that you are wondering who I am, well I am a dangerous lunatic. One that cannot runaway from her conflicts.
