She's freefalling down, down, down into the abyss. Her fragile paper wings have been ripped to shreds; shot out of the air before she could even take off from the ground.
She's tumbling down, not caring if she hits something or even really trying to slow her descent into madness. She can already feel it, the scratches and cuts, the bruises and burns, all left over from the crumbling of her only haven.
She's falling and doesn't give a thought to it because she's finally free. Free, free, free and it's glorious to revel in that feeling before hitting the bottom.