The girl glanced upwards, as if begging for forgiveness for what she was about to do (though unlikely as she firmly knew in the depths of her tattered organ known as a heart that God was a hopeless hypocritical delusion, a sexist, racist, homophobic, sociopathic, narcisstic, self-absored, cruel, egotistical, prejudiced, power-mad, megalomaniacal, sadistic (though not in the way she loved, craved, needed, starved for), homicidal maniac out to kill his prey after toying with it, and even if he (assuming it was a he) did exist, it was improbable he would evoke a guilty reaction in her, and even more impossible was the though that she would actually apologize), what she needed to do (for it was her addiction, her cocaine, her heroin, her speed, her ecstasy, her cigarette, her LSD, her magic mushrooms, her uncontrolled shopping, her bottle of claret, her marijuana), or checking in case there was a silent observer glimpsing her secret, or in despair at the way there was nothing there, nothing at all. She glanced around a few more times, poking her head out of the doorway of her algebra classroom. Nothing. There was no sound, no noisy chattering monsters called children who constantly and consistently tormented her (not in the way she would've loved, not in the way she desired above all else, not in the way that fulfilled her, ahem, masochist qualities). She breathed a sigh of relief at the utter lack of inhabitants, and as quietly as possible (out of habit for trying to make herself smaller, quieter, more difficult to find) stepped out into the hallway.

There was no-one there.