This is how insanity feels: heavy eyelids, weak limbs, empty. Everything solidified the fact that she didn't belong, and the world was better without her. She wondered how long she could hide without anyone knowing. Bones sticking through thin skin, pulled taut to reach all the way around her. The rumbling in her stomach had subsided to a few low groans of lost hope. A slow, thick paranoia spread through her veins, and her heart was tired of pumping the viscous liquid through her body.

She realized she was dying, either slowly through starvation or through her own assertive hands.