Your mind tears itself apart. Piece by piece, memory by memory. Slowly ripping your soul to shreds, reaching down to your very core. Your deepest thoughts and fears kept bottled up, until your alone... and you let everything flow free. Letting it all penetrate you and your entire being, washing away all hope. You try to forget. Forget everything. Leave this person and life behind. All you want is to start over. Go back to the starting line and hope everything's different. But you can't. The one way to go back is to pass the finish line. You're supposed to walk, but some sprint. The burning in your lungs, the fiery pain in your muscles. Bright lights and everything's moving too fast. Time moves rapidly as you wonder what lies past the finish line. Tears burn at the edge of your eyes and you can't help but think, what has become of me? Where is the old me? The calm girl with not a single worry in the world, not even half way through the race, simply walking. Just a shell left. Everything that has made you you has washed away with the memories you tried to forget. You don't want to be this way, but there's nothing you can do. Useless... helpless... worthless. With one last gasp of air you cross the finish line. You were faster than you should've. Ahead of everyone, you leave everything you've ever known, loved, and hated behind. Relief flood your thoughts and you realize you feel lighter. And for once, you even feel happy. Everything falls away, or maybe the other way around. You are engulfed in darkness, and slowly your memories fade away. The one thing you have wanted for so long has finally come. You're free.