She stared at the fan just like every single night that she had spent on this bed. Her hair felt greasy from the days when she feared water. There were thoughts that were wild and plans that were too sober. There were priorities that demanded to be set and self-pity that could no longer be fed. She got up from her bed and walked to the corner of her room meanwhile trying to ignore the cold floor which seemed to prick her bare feet. She opened the drawer of her study table that was covered with papers waiting to be read since the last time she noticed them and the time before that. The light seemed to have gone brighter as she searched for her escape through the drawer. Her face went pale not because she was scared but because she found her escape. She walked towards the window, totally avoiding the moon because it only glittered the sky with gloom. Her hands trembled but her grip was stronger than ever before. She played with the first drop of her blood in between her fingers and smiled. It was the buzz of feeling alive and being able to hear her heartbeat that forced her to dig deeper and yet not deep enough to let the shadows take over the moonlight.