It had been nearly two weeks, I assumed her parents would at least be contacted by the school now. Questioning as to why Quinn hadn't been at school. I bit my lip nervously as I paced around, and around. That's when I saw it, a pale light blue seemed to dance in the crowd of teenagers as they changed classes. But it wasn't dancing, just running. I almost didn't recognize the lovely locks of her cinnamon hair, or her dark eyes that were now bloodshot red. I ran after her as laughter was heard behind. She turned every corner so gracefully and abrupt, like a deer from it's predator.
I know how you feel, it's terrifying…