Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.

A/N: Sorry it took a tad bit longer to finish up. Its finished though. Thats a positive. haha! I was dreading this chapter, because I hate forcing a character some way, but it oddly came out decent I think. I'm hoping that you guys think so too. I already know how other characters are coming in, well atleast one. Next chapter will be LONG, and alot of stress for our poor Blair. I've decided on the timeline, and its after 2.15 , so thus Chuck and Blair aren't together, but they are sadly "done" as Blair would say. Ok the timeline might change I can't decide, I've never had to worry about timelines , but now I do. So I will. I hope you all like this chapter, its more so just getting Blair out, and also showing some of her problems.

Its not beta'd, so again if there are some things wrong, accept my apologies. Please.

Enjoy!

Waking up.

It's an action that can only be done when you've fallen asleep. So Blair Waldorf wasn't so much as waking up as she was just getting up and out of bed from a long night of nothingness stares at the ceiling. The ceiling was actually starting to move….well it looked that way.

Blair knew that her mind and eyes were playing games, so when she looked in the direction of the mirror she shattered in the late day yesterday that was now completely un-touched, not a single shattered or broken piece. She just let it pass by with the simple thought

I'm going insane…

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She didn't think it made a difference whether she was insane or just sleep deprived. She knew yesterday she shattered that mother fucking mirror with her damn shoe. She looked for her shoe, knowing it had to be somewhere close to the mirror on the ground. It was no where.

"Dumb SHOE!" Blair was letting the insanity of all this get to her.

Actually thinking about it she didn't recall Dorota commenting on the mirror either. She found that odd, Dorota would have said something or at least gasp in surprise. Something.

That's when Blair desperately wanted out of her bedroom; she thought it was making her crazy… insanely crazy. Hallucinations, hearing voices, things moving that shouldn't be moving. Yup….

"Insanely crazy." she whispered to herself.

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She got dressed before venturing out of this psycho sanctuary.

While dressing she was trying to find the most modest clothing she owned. That's how she ended up with a pair of straight leg jeans, black boots, a plain white t-shirt, and a black pea coat. She found the smallest comfort in the fact that it didn't leave fantasying for wondering eyes.

She needed one last look over of herself, just to make sure everything looked … ok.

Everything seemed perfect in the mirror, well except for the dark circles under her eyes, and that bulging coming from her middle section.

She sighed.

Never quite right. At least her hair looked nice. The brown silky curls grazed her shoulders. No headband though, something about headbands was swirling around in her head, and she couldn't pin-point it. It nauseated her though, those headbands, she knew that much.

Thus, no headband.

While heading for the door she looked back at the mirror one last time. She swore she had shattered that dumb mirror!

DAMIT… it was still perfect no scars, or cracks. Nothing!

It was driving her insane, which she clearly already was. She decided, it was best to ignore that damn mirror and open up this door leading to more insanity.

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The door opened to the hallway, it wasn't anything Blair hadn't already known. It was just leaving her room, the "crazy" room, her sanctuary. It still had some odd comfort attached to it. She liked that comfort.

She wanted to run back in and just let the craziness and comfort consume her all together, but she knew sooner or later the "world" was coming, better to get it done with, then let it linger.

While closing the door behind her and letting go of the knob, she took an over exaggerated breath, it was needed. Her legs were feeling numb and useless again, but she worked her way down the hall while gripping the wall's trim and any object with sturdy legs.

Blair wanted to curse her legs to the dirt. They were shaking so bad. She could almost hear the bones rattling. After a while her legs regained the strength they lost.

When she made it to the foyer, she took everything in. Not much changed in the three day lock down she had in her room, except those flowers she didn't remember those being there. At first she thought it seemed normal. Being in a room on lock down mode, things change and flowers can be bought. The only problem with those flowers was that they were making her feel queasy, exactly like the headbands did earlier. Nauseated. She rubbed her hand over her forehead, just trying to relax.

After the queasiness passed she headed for the elevator, she really wanted out. This was a test for her; to see how much she could handle. Alone. She was slightly annoyed by the fact that her so-called best friend hadn't contacted her, but it seemed too unimportant to be annoyed about, with everything else happening. Also trying to explain why she was acting weird, and staying locked up in her room, would be too much to handle. She thought that was something for later. If she could have it her way it would never happen. She thought a walk would be ok to start out with. Just a relaxing walk with herself and…. her thoughts. She was starting to dislike this walk idea with thinking about it more and more.

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When she pushed the elevator's button to bring the small closing box up to her house floor, she heard it.

The clicking.

That's when she ran. She ran for the stairs leading to the lobby as quick as her legs would allow her. That clicking was a ticking time bomb and it scared her more then anything.

…. well almost anything.

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Even after leaving her room and being in the lobby she still felt insane, like she just wasn't "there".

Making her way through the lobby was ok. There weren't too many people, they were all mostly women, at least the guests and attendants were. The person at the front desk was a man and so was the doorman.

While Blair passed the desk "check in" she felt terrified she was sweating, her hands and legs were trembling, and then her eyes started getting wet. This was odd. She didn't get it!

Why am I freaking out!

She felt as if claustrophobia was setting in, but being Blair Waldorf she wiped away the tears, and gather all the strength she could for her body to steady and the trembles to stop. She walked towards the doors of "hell" technically not hell, but the world outside was sure starting to look a lot like it.

As the doorman opened the door, she panicked, one because she was having the weird trembles again and two because it was scary venturing out to that called "life".

After a few more minutes of composure she hurried out the door to get past the doorman quickly. She really didn't understand why men were giving her the creeps or why they seemed to be triggering freak outs, but they were.

This was insane! Half of the population is male! How can you avoid them, you can't!

So, this was truly ridiculously insane she thought.

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The sounds immediately flooded her ears. It was odd, she felt like the world should be different, that people should be moving slower or something. They were acting as if nothing happened three days ago, as if everything was normal.

"Everything is normal" Blair whispered to herself.

"At least to them…."

That freaked her out more then anything

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"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity!"

TBC…

A/N: Ok sorry, I know some people wanted Chuck or Serena to come into play, but I have that planned out and I don't want to ruin it. I promise, and I could regret this later, but I promise to add more characters/dialogue in the next chapter, I mean actual dialogue and conversations.. Not just terrfied Dorota ranting. haha! I would adore reviews!!! Really I would. haha. This chapter is trying to show you Blair's thinking capability and sanity is on a thin line. Everythings confusing and you will eventually figure out about the headbands, and flowers. Its actually important. Ok I think I've said enough. :) Thanks for reading, I would love to know what you thought.

PS: The quote at the end is Edgar Allan Poe.