Undone [runaway, contest by Primal Scream]

Her heart was racing. She hadn't stopped running since she left the club. She slowed her pace as she neared an old office building ahead.1

Even after she stopped running, every step rattled her heart in her chest, making her head scream. Her heart was trying to escape, like she had. It wanted out of her chest, while she wanted out of her misery. 2

Her mind was racing, even faster than her heart. Each moving image was another reminder, another regret or mistake.3

She reached in her pocket for her cigarttes as she continued walking towards the building. The sandy gravel crunched beneath her feet, and she tried her best to muffle her footstep, bearing in mind every noise she made was a hint to where she was hiding.4

The lighter clicked and the light from it illuminated her sweaty face as she lit her cigarette. The toxic smoke was calming, almost soothing to her.5

As she approached the building, she was calmed when she discovered it was abandoned. The deadbolt on the door was rusted away, leaving easy acess. As rusty as the large metal door was, it opened silently on its hinges. 6

The pills from back at the club were finally taking their effect. She stumbled through the darkness and made her way to another door inside.7

She passed broken glass and papers that scattered the worn carpet of the office floor. The old cubicles were falling down and in pieces. the smell of stale coffe and inked papers made her feel sick.8

The door she reached was locked. Her head was spinning and her body was aching. She leaned against the dingy white door and let herself drift.....9

....She watched as a girl stands on a city street. The girl was soaking wet from the rain and was a lone excecpt for a black bacpack that she held tightly to her chest. The girl was in a blank stare..and if it wasnt raining, you could tell she was crying. people passed, but no one she knew. no one that knew her, or cared. The wind began to pick up and she wandered around the streets until she found a club with the brightest neon lights in this side of town. she didnt know where she was or what she was geting herself into. 10

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sober now she thought. the headache only reminded her she was awake. 12

A breeze and ruffling papers woke her from her sleep. She sat up against the door with a sudden chill. After gathering her courage-and the strength to get up, she wandered around the dark office building. 13

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