She lays there quietly in the dark. So many thoughts and ideas buzzing around in her mind, her medication isn't helping, and she refuses to see that awful doctor again. She thinks he's going to leave. He doesn't understand her. No one does. She wishes he could just listen in on her thoughts, and maybe then he'd understand why she is the way she is, but he can't, so she just shuts him out. Maybe someday he'll get it, maybe never. So she just lies there quietly in the dark, alone.
