I did the first thing that came to my mind. I ran. I ran as fast as I could through the doors and down the white halls. I couldn't think, I couldn't scream, all I could do was run, run away from everything. I ran blindly through halls taking random turns incase they followed me. I didn't know if they really were I blocked everything execpt the fear and anger. Fear of what was happening and Anger at myself for letting it happen. All of a sudden I fell and fell hard skidding on my side down the hall. I stumpled abit as I picked myself up from the floor and I continued to run. I didn't know what I tripped on nor did I care, I could hardly see anything anymore the tears were obsureceing my vision they flowed freely, hard, and fast and I was powerless to stop them. That also scarred me I had never cried this hard. Ever. Even when I was told 'It's ok.' I had always stopped myself only letting a few tears escape, now none would stop they kept flowing as I continued to run down the seemingly endless white halls. Running was my nature.