"But why did she have to leave..." Elizabeth whispered while curled up in a fetal position, hugging a stuffed animal to her chest. All she could think about was how stupid she was. Her

girlfriend had successfully painted her as the villain, the words from their fight still tormented her and had only seemed to grow louder. She squeezed her eyes shut in hopes that everything

would fade away. It did the opposite. Her body became tense. Her blood boiled. The room started to spin so she dug her nails into the stuffed animal. Soon the poor girl had enough and jolted up, throwing the object at her desk which caused a crash. She then got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom but not before grabbing a medication bottle from her nightstand.

As she locked her in the bathroom, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, ran her fingers through her tangled hair. Her eyes landed on the bottle indecisively which made her more nervous. It was still too loud. All the noise was overwhelming, suffocating. It’s like she was cramped between a horde of people on the bus. The girl covered her ears and crouched down for a solid few moments before hearing a faint meow from the other side of the door.