(Victoria) all the noise is killing my head. I need to get out of here.
I stumbled toward the door but never made it. Instead, I tripped over an overturned table and landed directly in front of the taller of the hunters. I might have fallen on some glass but because I don't bleed, I'm not sure. I remember one time I got all the way home before I realized I had ripped a hole in my pants and cut my leg with a steak knife. No wonder those girls on the bus were staring at me on the bus. Guess I'll  just have to look for scars tomorrow. If I make it out of here alive.