You leave one arch only to find another. You are so close to giving up. There seems to be a down and then an up, and then another down again. But with each down, you sink farther and farther away from light, farther and farther away from hope.

Like always, another girl sits at the bottom of this arch. She is dressed in red – a red short dress and short, red hair. She is looking down at her wrist, studying it with much concentration. You don't want to look, but you do anyways.

The girl notices you and jumps to her feet hiding her wrist from your view. She looks so mad, so angry, so –

"Fucking pissed off. Is that what's going through your head? Don't even talk. You don't know. You don't know nothing. You don't…"

She collapses back onto the ground tears streaming down her face. You go to comfort her but she jumps away.

"Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me. You don't know me. You'll never know me."

You don't know what to say.

"Go on. Try to get through this hell. You'll probably die. Like I care. I DON'T CARE. DO YOU HEAR ME? I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?"

You back away slowly towards the arch. This time you don't want to go through the next arch, you just want to get away from this girl.


You just want to get away, because, it's time to admit it.

You're scared.