Winds blow. She buckles down. Tries to contain the pressure. The winds continue to slam. Again. Again. Again. The pressure builds. Winds fly at nuclear speed. The pressure escapes violently.
Anger. Pain. Sorrow. One big mess.
Now what? Stay? Run? Hide? Die? Where is the pill to erase the pain? The pain to punish the pain? Thoughts swirl like a whirlpool. The girl tries to come up for air. Again and again the thoughts pull her back. Down into the abyss. The place she escaped. The place of her nightmares. Dreams melt into reality. Reality washes into dreams. What is the truth? When does one find escape from this place? Does she even want to escape? Where would she go? Where would she hide?
Outside, the girl is contained, neat, proper. Inside…she is undone.