8 parts Ongoing I am trapped. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to look, and no way out. I feel the atmosphere shifting underneath me, like wind blowing through my hair. I was uncomfortable. It would help if. I didn't reek of the familiar alcohol scent. These past few weeks have been dreadful. Everyone is looking at me with the most sympathetic look, but all I see is pity. Whispers fill the crowded house, my head throbbing at the near silence. Anger. No that's not what I felt. I was in shock, yeah thats it, shock. Who am I kidding, of course, I was in shock.