I stare out of the window. My reflection stares back unhappily. The grimy, slimy, filthy train limps on. My watch ticks quietly in the background, echoing slightly in the dank carriage. As we enter the tunnel, the overly bright fluorescent lights flicker and dwindle. My reflection disappears.

I put a hand up, pushing my blonde hair back and out of my dull blue-green eyes with their over dilated pupils. A small smirk crosses my too-thin lips. So, this is it.

I am done.