My heart pounds as the fragmented light dances across the room. The air around me is thick with smoke and doubt. How did this happen? How did I let things get to this point? The sun shines through the skylight above me, placing me under it’s spotlight. My misery’s a play and it seems I am the lead.
Tiny beads of sweat gather along my hairline. This isn’t me. I'm not supposed to be the center of attention, not supposed to be seen. I should be invisible, a hazy figure in the shadows. I should not be here- not like this. But I guess there are a lot of things happening today that shouldn’t have. There’s nothing I can do about it anymore though. It’s too late. I keep running. Sounds of footsteps follow me through the corridor.
They’re gaining on me.
My eyesight blurs and I stumble, losing my balance and falling to the floor. I stand up shakily and, as my eyes readjust, I look around to see several pale hands pointing at me accusingly.
“Okay, okay. It was me.” I say, before it all goes dark.