It was all her fault. They were everywhere, the cameras, the flashes. They were all there, blinding her. Too many people, too many words. She couldn't breathe.
All her fault, all her fault.
They were shouting, they were shoving, they got closer and closer. She shrieked and crouched down, curling into herself, rocking back and forth.
All her fault.
The darkness was overwhelming. It swirled around her, growing tighter and tighter, threatening to tear her apart. A hand closed around her wrist. She cried and she screamed, anything to get it away. The grip held firm, she couldn't break it.
"No!" she wailed. She had to get away. She pulled and thrashed but the person held on, guiding her forward. The jarring noises faded until she could only just make out the sounds, but it only made the screeching in her head louder.
All her fault, all her fault.
She looked up into the man's face. He wasn't one of them. She let the relief wash over her. He wasn't one of them, they were gone. He looked weary. But it was his eyes, full of sorrow and compassion. The man wrapped his arms around her. She collapsed, trembling and broken.
All her fault, all her fault.
