Tears were streaming down my eyes as I sat and waited for any news about her condition from the doctors after she was dragged out into a treatment room to be treated. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead as I fidgeted with my fingers.

I tried to calm myself down, however, I failed in doing so completely. I could not help wondering what might have happened if I did not-
I did not even want to think about it.

A nightmare might have occurred if I had not decided to turn up in front of her house a few hours ago to make her understand how much I love her and that I do not intend to stop our journey together. I am somewhat proud to claim that... I know her (at least to some extent) to know that she is cautious about her security and safety.
Just like any ordinary person, she would lock her doors when she is not home... however, she also does that when she is home and only lets in people she knows.

Keeping that in mind, I was concerned when I noticed that her door was slightly ajar. This was not something that I have come across during the time I have known her. I contemplated wheather it would be a good idea to walk in or not. If it did walk in, it would be tresspassing... but what if something was wrong? I hesitantly grabbed the door knob and walked in-

Something felt off. Out of place. My gut screamed me to not to call out for her for some damn reason-
And I followed my feelings- glad i did.

The horrifing sigh of shattered glass, books everywhere, peices of paper and god-knows-what. Panic creapt upto to me. What was going on? The first thing I could think of doing was to make my way towards her bed room, which also had it's door ajar. 

I opened the door.

And that's when I discovered her at her worst— or so as I thought. I did not know her absolute worst was yet to be revealed to me.