I'm running, I don't know where to, I just need to get out. Get out of my head. "But how can I escape myself." I say outloud more as a statement than a question. I need to get away from myself. Cut off everything. Before I could finish thinking, I am interrupted from the slippery wet floor. I slip and scrape my arm. This arm. This stupid arm. This arm that brought the end of Maya. That took Jason's sight and Maya's life. This stupid body. This body that is now mine, but once was my sister's.