When we were walking, Anna had left a trail of blood through the corridors for some reason she refuted for any help with walking (even though she struggled) and her arm 'wasn't to be covered up'.
Barry was right, Mark was not happy with her. They argued, again.
"Anna, why did you do that? What do you think you're trying to prove creating fatal wounds that could kill you?" Mark was calm but he was unravelling, slowly.
"What do I say to you every fucking time you get involved? I'm even stronger than you could ever know… But now, now I'm at breaking point!" Anna replied.
"Yeah, you are, AREN'T YOU?! YOU NEARLY KILLED A MAN! YOU NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD, RIGHT NOW." Mark was furious because, in his eyes, she kept contradicting herself.
"Let me get one thing absolutely clear, I'VE NEVER FUCKING BEEN RIGHT IN THE HEAD! ALL OF MY FAMILY WERE WIPED OUT… WHEN I WAS 5! YES, MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND YES I WAS UP FOR ADOPTION FOR 2 FUCKING YEARS OF HELL!" Anna looked like she was about to break Marks neck. When I turned around Suzy had her hand over her mouth. "Mark," Anna continued. "I AM SICK OF YOUR SHIT! You see this gash in my arm? Look at it. What does it look like?"
"In my opinion, Anna, it looks like something you shouldn't have done, it looks like it need stitching up and cleaning." Mark said trying to be smart.
"No, no, no! Don't you get it? She means too much to me, these are her initials. She was my only true friend… You know what? FUCK ALL OF YOU!" Anna walked out in rage. Mark, this time was smart enough to follow her.