Sophie sits curled up against a wall, desperately trying to block out the situation outside of her mind. Sophie cant stop thinking. Thats it. She cant stop thinking about everything. Theres no corner or crevice in her mind that isn't filled with absolute panic or anxiousness. She trembles at even the slightest sound, see's everything in magnified vision, feels everything as an over exaggeration of actuality. She just wants everything to be quiet. She wants everything to stop moving. She just wants a blinding world where you cant see anything but an endless expanse of nothing. Not a black nothing, no, not a black nothing. Not a nothing like your floating in a dark abyss with fear in every corner and unknowingness lurking. Its a white nothing, a nothing where you feel like your floating towards something, but that something is nothing, a white nothing where you feel light and free even if you cant see anything but yourself and a lightness that stretches on forever.

Sophie cant stop shaking and rocking no matter what she tries. She's been in a state of constant anxiousness mixed in with the constant reoccurrence of panic attacks for hours. She's absolutely defeated by herself, so worn out and fatigued, but as much as she wants to sleep, her anxiety refuses to let her do so. She's so tired of dealing with herself. She's tired of being in this god awful situation.

She cant move her body, she cant move her sight from one area, in fear that her body will have to adjust to a new position or view and send her flying into another panic attack. So she sits still, staring at the same patch of watery, bloody carpet for hours, her muscles aching and her head thumping with her fast heart beat. She could swear with any differentiation in her surroundings the entire night flashed before her eyes again, all of the screams and blood and pleads for help and gases consuming her lungs and flesh covered floors and explosions and cracking bones and flames and melting skin and-

Then she fixates on the carpet again, and everything is still again. If she never moves, if she never leaves her safe little mind, then she will be safe. From everything, from everyone. A hum rings in her head, Noir waves pushing music this way and that, swinging her world into a spiral Neve to end in the abyss.