In Too Deep.
Everyone needs an escape. Somewhere deep inside their mind to go when life gets too rough. Be it the white beaches of Terra Tropica, the lush beauty of Terra Flora, or the quiet snowfall of Terra Blizzaris. The destination didn't matter. It was the time to relax, to achieve temporary inner peace that was important.
She was too far gone. Even when she had a moment to spare, it was impossible to shut off her overloaded mind.
Everyone needs a dream. Something to keep driving them forward when times get too tough. Be it fame and a screaming stadium full of fans, the white picket fence in front of a large, quaint home, or the power and wealth to do anything at all. The vision didn't matter. It was the hope, the light at the end of the tunnel that was important.
She was set in her ways. She'd been working towards her power-hungry goal for so long that it'd lost it's appeal.
Everyone needs a friend. Someone to trust and depend on when everyone else turns their back. Be it a loyal pet, an upbeat buddy, or a patient cohort. The ally itself didn't matter. It was the companionship, the support they provided that was important.
She was alone. No one could possibly care for a girl so dark, so evil.
Everyone needs a home. Somewhere to feel safe and hide when they're trapped in their own hurricane. Be it a gigantic castle, a tiny shack, or a house in the hills. The place didn't matter. It was the security, the comfort that was held under a solid roof that was important.
She was a vagrant in her own mansion. She'd never lived anywhere else but there was no solace to be found between these cold stone walls.
Everyone needs some control. Something to keep them steady when the world takes off to the skies. Be it the decision of what to wear, the choice of who to be, or the option of what to learn. The amount didn't matter. It was the independence, the freedom of variety that was important.
She was trapped in her own web. It hadn't taken long for her twisted life to begin to control her.
Everyone needs a little love. Someone to hold and be held by when the nightmares become reality. Be it a lover, a parent, or a child. The type didn't matter. It was the unwavering faith, the unconditional devotion that was so incredibly important.
She was abandoned by her own people. She was once cherished and doted upon but now it was uncommon that someone could even hold her gaze.
It was only when she stopped to wonder that she mourned the possibilities, what could have been. It was only when she stopped to breathe that she could watch all the doors that were closing only to her. It was only when she stopped to cry that she saw how far she'd fallen.
It was only when she stopped to think that she realized how little she truly had.
Finally she quit stopping and just kept doing.
After all, there's no rest for the wicked.