She sat there staring, staring at nothing, always seeming zoned out, and that's exactly how she felt. This woman couldn't move nor speak, controlled by a monster living inside her, yet, still standing on the sidelines. She was a woman that had always dreamt of leaving it all behind. All that could be controlled were her thoughts. She tried to smile for her dreams came to her mind again, but got nothing, not even a smirk. Knowing she could never succeed, the flames of doubt consumed her thoughts, but she still had to try, by bringing all her inner strength to the same place. This would take months, even years. But she wouldn't give up. She needed to discover her own identity.