She would rarely go to the shops around the corner from her small dull apartment she shared with her thoughts, mainly based on the fact that she was scared she would bump into someone she no longer wished to see. She was scarred that one day she would run out of milk or bread and be forced to go to the shop, only to see all the faces from her ruined childhood stood before her. The worry that she would see her mothers face cold and emotionless stood before her, staring her down and shouting things at her. The worry that she would see her father, aged and wrinkled by the abuse of alcohol that started long before she was born. The worry that she would see the face of her mothers ex husband stood before her was what scarred her the most, she was worried that he would walk up to her and beat her senseless as everyone watched. She was worried that she would be left for dead in the shop, and she would lie there and blend in with the white stained floor as a man in a suit walked past on the phone, probably planning when he was going to meet the women he was having an affair with next.
