The torch of chaos is enflaming her life. Its hot breath ever-so-softly licking at her heels, as if to remind her of its presence. The sweet sound of pent up frustration emerges from her mouth as the shrill of her voice reverberates against the dark, wooden walls. Her mind is seething in white anger as burning flashes of reality surround her. Her pain is a hawk, suddenly released from its cage after years of suppression. Her carefree, optimistic mindset has left without a trace, and it takes all of her self-control to keep her troubles silent. She stands alone, engulfed in the flames of her emotions. Her feelings are spiraling out of control, twisting and turning, spinning and flailing until not even she can understand them anymore. The support of her friends is so far away that she cannot feel their presence. She is walking blindly into the dark with no one and nothing but herself to guide her. Yet she continues walking, knowing that the moment she stops, she cannot turn back nor can she continue forward. She searches desperately for the steady hand of someone who cares, anyone. The darkness has engulfed her in its arms and her efforts are in vain as she struggles to break free of its hold. The light is not there at the end of the tunnel and she has yet to realize that sometimes words just aren’t enough.