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My mind is racing and my brain is flooding. I don't know what to think or how to react. Nothing makes sense at all. My thoughts are running through my head and it hurts so much. I want it to stop. Please, make it stop!

Words swirled around me and I soon became dizzy. I stumbled around my room and my vision went dark. My head was pounding and it wouldn't stop. Images raced through my mind.

I'm so lonely. I'm so alone and all I want is someone who would listen. Listen to me rant and ramble and vent about my feelings and problems. But I don't have someone, so I'm trapped within my mind, keeping it all bottled up. And it was fine at first, but now I can't contain it. I kept it bottled up for so long that it's finally going to explode. I need a way to escape my mind. A way to escape the pain. If I could leave my body I would. But I can't.

I need to get out of here.

It doesn't matter where I go, it just has to be anywhere but here.

I slam the door of my room shut and grab the grey sweatshirt that's lying on the floor of my hallway. I quickly put it on and exited my flat.

I walked quickly down the pavement, searching for somewhere to go. I glanced to my left and saw a small park just up the block. I fasted walked to the entrance.

When I got there, I noticed a large tree, it's leaves bright red. I ran over to it, and sat underneath it. Once that got boring, I laid down on my back and leaned my legs up against the trunk of the tree.

I peered up at the sky and let my mind go blank. I wasn't thinking of anything.

I felt completely free.

The sun started to fade away, and night was coming. So, I got up.

Huge. Mistake.

Because my legs were against the tree trunk, the circulation and blood flow in my legs had pretty much stopped completely. When I stood up, the blood quickly rushed to my legs and my legs felt weak. I fell back against the tree, hitting my head. I rubbed it in pain.

"Are you okay?" A voice said. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm just in pain." That was a lie, I was not okay. Mentally or physically. I was the complete opposite of okay.

A hand reached out to me. I gladly accepted.

"The names Lance."

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Hi guys! Thank you for reading the first chapter! I really hope you all like it.

-ella

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