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Thinking, thinking, thinking... her thoughts consumed her. She lay there, her head resting on a rock. In the corner of the room, she could see Maggie. Brown wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. She could see her soft brown eyes. "Coffee, she smelled like coffee," she whispered. It was no use. Maggie was gone and the girl in the corner was just a thought. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. She closed her eyes, but the image of Maggie in a pool of blood surfaced to her mind. Sweet, sweet Maggie. A sound echoed through the room and she jumped, filled with panic before she realized it was her stomach. It was begging, begging her for food. She shook her head, her dark curls bouncing around. She could not give it food; she had none to give. The…show more content… Twelve, maybe? Thirteen? She remembered how the government wanted to make everything better. The numbers were skyrocketing. So many people dying, dying, dying and the solution was to get rid of those who were a potential threat to others. More school shootings, more crime, more drug use, more panic. Everyone was terrified. It overwhelmed her. The smells, the sounds, the feelings. She still remembered the day it happened. Her mother had sent her here. Her father refused to, would not let her go. And so, they killed him. And she sat there counting the stars and wondering. Wondering how this helped. It seemed as though people lost their values, lost what made them special, and although, although she had taken a life, she was purer than all of them. It did not take much. Thinking, counting, wondering... She saw the truth and they did not. They thought she was a threat. So did she and if everyone agreed, did that make it right? Did that make them good people? She pounded her head on the wall. The urge to scratch her arms until they bled haunted her but she did not give in to it. They had just let her out of the Jacket and she did not want to go in it again. She heard whispers in her head. She always did. Thinking, thinking, thinking, pounding, pounding, pounding, counting, counting,
