I need help... I need to tell someone. The young woman thinks as she leaves the pony shaking heavily, she slowly makes her way down towards the scholars stair. Fortunately the time of day or rather night keeps her hidden from unwanted gazes and pity.
They won't understand. A deep voice resonates in her mind as the pain from every scar flairs up, she doubles over only just barely able to keep standing, she fights through it and hobbles her way to the bottom of the stairs, dreading the climb.
She begins the climb up one stair at a time. No... No... I can't be alone. She slowly makes her way up the stairs at a snails pace clutching at her shoulder and thigh. Help... I need help.
They can't help. The voice is familiar and it terrifies her, she makes it to the top of the stairs falling to her knees petrified. You will always be alone. She curls up tight taking a moment to try and compose herself. She's gone and it's all your fault.
Stop... Please... The pain continues to grow, she attempts to stand but can't. Almost home... Almost home. She spots the door of the place she is staying, she drags herself off the ground and begins slowly making her way to the door a bit of hope growing in the back of her mind. Mat will understand... She'll help... She then reaches out to the doorknob and turns it opening the door and heading inside.
She can't... No one can.
