As the tears fell down her face once again her heart pound against her chest. The music of that evening still screamed in her head. How can I decide what's right when you're clouding up my mind? Her bare feet beat the pavement as she ran, no one could catch her. She wouldn't allow apoligys, not this time; not from anyone! The hotel management flew by, hundreds of door and rich marble sculptures swirled by all in a panic trying to escape her fury of tears and speed. Her blonde hair flew behind her in long spidery tendrils of pure honey and silk. Her eyes were covered with such anguish that not even the closest person could even try to feel her pain let alone send out a hand of such honest feelings; with that they all seemed to fail.

Out side the rain was falling faster then her tears, the cars were speeding by faster then her heart. It was like she was on the roof again...it was like watching her baby brother try to kill himself again...such fear, anger and pain!

" Serena!" There was shouting, she didn't know where it was coming from she didn't care. She was invinsible as she took off. The cars seemed to stop as she bolted through the intersection to the other side of the Manhattan Upper East Side. But you think that I can't see what kind of man that you are,if you're a man at all. The hill may have gotten steeper but it didn't matter. Her dress was ripped so violently that her white Victoria Secret number was visible. Finally she tripped, her feet caught and she fell rolling over herself. There was no one around, no one but Serena. Her Gemma Halter aquamarine Ralph Lauren dress was ruined, the tears were stained upon the color and the rip was worsened by the blood from her hands and knees scraped on the pavement. Her hair seemed to be dirty and ragged as she ran her sore bleeding hands over it in anguish. Her heart was slowing but her breathing was frantic as that one screaming voice still lingered in her head. Serena. Her own name. Her Catherine Suede Lauren heals were ruined, that actual heel ripped from the back of the shoe. They lay limply a block back but it didn't matter. Her little hand purse still buzzed frantically at her side.

Pull yourself together woman! You are Serena Van Der Woodsen. I've had a little bit too much...All of the people start to rush, start to rush by...How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone.....Ripping open her purse she pulled the little silver phone and flipped it open. It was going crazy with texts and phone calls. All of them unimportant she erased them and began to dial.

" I'm coming. I'm leaving here. I won't leave you alone...Hold on!" she begged. Flagging a taxi the world began to come back into reality. People began to reapear on the streets. Cars began to stream past and it was like she was where she was born. She pulled herself together, she threw her hair back and gave a glare to every odd stair in her direction and posed in the streets. Legs out tall and thin, her hand up....And dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm....Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm... The music seemed to swell in that back of her throat as she dipped into the taxi not looking behind her. Once again her name rung in her head. Serena, WAIT! As the car pulled away from the curb he came running up but not anyone whom she would expect. It was Chuck with her shoes hanging deperately from his hands. His face looked...shocked, pained, embarressed...worried?Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic...Got my blueprint, it's symphonic...Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic...Got my blueprint electronic.

Well, well S. Looks like we are in a little bit of a mid-life tragedy.

But the really question is what the hell happened that party you attended?

Why was C in persuit of his 'beloved' step sister? And why did he look so tortured?

Who was S on the phone with?

Seems like S has a few more secrets then we were prepared for....

Not to mention it looks like she had lost a few more screws in that pretty little head of her's if she is hearing the soundtrack to Decode and Just Dance....

Until Next Time.

XoXo Gossip Girl