Elliott hung her head. She sat in an oversized white window. She was alone in a house. Fresh as an apple from the garden of Eden.
She had grown weak from walking. Barely enough food. She stood as her messy dark hair over face.
She yelled at the top of her lungs"I can take the pain give me what I need".
She looked at the pale blue walls with a white trimming. She laid on the shiny wooden floor. She was crazy they said. She screamed even louder every time she thought of them. Tears rolled down her face.
It was 3:20 a.m. She knew what she had done to everyone hurt. She had so many knives in her back she couldn't breathes. She was at her breaking points. She's ran outside. She got in her car. She had no gas.
She swore under breath. She slammed her back against the seat. She got out the car and ran. She ran to the top of the hill. The dazzling society lights. She ran. Barefoot but she ran.
"Where is she? I need her. She promised me.. She would always be here." Her messy hair was wet.
She found a small coffee shop. It was pouring rain. Elliott was drenched. The shop was closed. She banged on metal gate.
"Open up! Open up open up open up!" Her screams died down. She's slide down.
She sat there. Under the hood of the shop. She fell asleep sitting on the pavement dull eyed,wet hair. This insanity felt so empty....
