Traveling down the darkened hallways, everywhere she's followed by disgusted glares which cut right through her. With every step, the strength is drained from her. Falling to her knees in the shadow of her fears, enemies, insecurities. Face down, the sight of raw wounds tattooed along ghostly flesh surfaces buried memories. Sitting, hypnotized in the dirt, she tears at the skin with a shard of metal found on the ground. Digging deeper, harder, white becomes red. Smooth crimson velvet rushes out the new and painful gash as it engulfs her body. All that was surrounding her, slowly fades away. No more loud noises or shuffling of people, or even disapproving stares. White light washes over every sense as the pressure on her arms grows more and more. The whiter the light, the more scarlet wine spills out. Finally at ease, releasing the numbed pain, soaked in salty tears and crimson paint. Forgotten and alone, her only hope is just to slip away. Vanish into the dirt, with which she's now bathing her soul...no one notices....no one cares....she's fading with each drop that is let go