She sat on the cold concrete floor. It may be getting warmer but she felt nothing but coldness.

She'd been wearing the same clothes for 5 weeks now. Hadn't showered or washed her hair for that long either.

That was the least of her worries, people were out to get her.

She deserved all of this. She deserved to sleep in the streets, not to have any food or drink. To get hassled by the dirty men as squatters.

That's what she believed anyway.

Outside a hotel in the middle of town, she sat against a brick wall. Knees pulled to her chest and head resting uncomfortablely on them.

She couldn't remember the last time she felt 'normal'. Whatever that meant.

She was drowning in a sea of her own guilt and paranoia. Thinking straight wasn't an option...

"Carla?" A make voice interrupts her disturbing thoughts. "Carla?"

"No, no. Get away." She mumbles, looking up as her eyes meet Roberts.

"Carla it's me, it's Robert." He holds his hands up, acting innocent.

"I-I know who you are...and I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" He frowns, he's been informed by Michelle briefly about her mental state but had no idea it was so severe.

"You're trying to get me...to lock me up." She stutters. "You're one of them. I know what you're doing."

"What? No I'm not. I didn't know you were here." Robert shakes his head, watching Carla slowly shuffle further away from him.

"Yes you did. Did Rana tell you?" She says, wide-eyed.

"Carla, Rana is dead." He sighs.

"See! I told you! You're part of them. You just lied to me."

"I'm telling the truth. She died in the factory roof collapse remember?"

"N-No...it was a trick."

"A trick?" He questions.

"To check my badness. You're all trying to get in here." She points to her heart. "Why are you ruining me?"

"Carla-..."

"Is it because of yours and Michelle's breakup? I want a part of that, I-I promise. You tell them that." She interrupts. "You tell Rana that."

"Shall I call Peter?"

"NO! Don't you call him, he's part of this too. He...He was beating a man who was helping me. He caused me to get homeless...he's trying to ruin me too."

"Carla...you need help." Robert mumbles, lowering himself on the floor next to her.

"Stop making me sound crazy. Just because I know what you lot are all doing." She sighs in stress.

"No ones coming to get you Carla."

"Yes. Why did you tell everyone at Rana's memorial that I knew about the roof collapse. You planned it. You wanted everyone to know so...so everyone they would turn against me." She explains. "And it worked, well done. Everyone is coming for me now."

"We need to get you home." He says.

"No. You'll all be waiting for me." She cries.

"Carla, stop being so selfish. Do you know what you going missing has done to everyone? Michelle is in bits, Peter started drinking again-..."

"Peters drinking again?" Carla asks loudly, looking at him for an explanation.

"Yeah...after he went to the squat. He's heartbroken Carla; you're the love of his life and you've gone! He thinks you're dead."

This sparked something in Carla. She truly believed Peter was against her, in on the 'trick'. But she couldn't help and feel so hurt that he'd resorted to drinking again. After being sober for 4 years, 7 months and 28 days...which she had been counting.

Something made Carla think wait...maybe Peter isn't part of this, maybe they're trying to destroy Peter too...

"Did Rana make him drink?" She questions.

"Carla, how many times do I have to tell you? Rana is dead!" He snaps.

"Leave me alone, Robert." She mumbles, turning her head away from him and biting her lips nervously.

"And do you know what Michelle's going through? How uspet I've seen her?"

"Are you back with Michelle? Is she tricking me as well?" Carla gasps. "No, no, no."

"Who sent you here? Have you been watching me? Are there cameras?" She adds, looking around her.

"No I just happened to be passing. Look, you probably haven't had any fresh water for weeks." He sighs. "Here, I have a bottle of water. You can have it."

She snatches it from his hand, opening the lid and looking intently into it. Her eyes squinted in suspicion and she started sniffing, smelling for any sort of chemicals.

"What?" He narrows his eyes.

"Are you trying to poison me?" She cries. "Please, stop. Just go."

"Poison you? Of course not!"

"Shove your water." She snaps, throwing it as far she she could.

"I'm calling Peter." He mutters, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

"No!" She places her hand on the device and glares. "Don't."

"Fine. If you're refusing help, I'll go." He stands up.

"Don't you dare tell Rana I'm here! D'ya hear me!" She shouts.

As Robert turns a corner, he leans against the brick wall and breathes deeply. He didn't mean for Carla I get affected so badly after he sabotaged the roof.

He got his phone out and called Peter.

"Hi Peter. It's Robert, I've Erm...I've found Carla."

New story! It's not a one-shot but won't be overly long. It's based on Carla's phychosis but my take on it, also taking into consideration the spoilers and behind the scenes photos we've seen. Please tell me what you think by reviewing or following me on Twitter: @sophieDB123 x