[center][u][color=c4df9b]Lauren C. Watson[/color][/u][/center]

Lauren was wide-eyed as April lowered the tazer. Can't let her go? Can't let her [i]go?[/i] That made no sense to Lauren. Why would she want to be let go? She mad woman glanced around at the other two in her room. Niels, Ana. April. Why did they have to intervene? Didn't they want Lauren's help?

[color=c4df9b]"I don't want to hurt you, either. I just need you to- I just need you to trust me! Trust me! Give me that tazer, April. Everything is going to be fine. You wouldn't understand, you can't understand. It doesn't matter anymore."[/color] She was speaking with violent intensity.

[color=c4df9b]"Please, Jesus. [i]Please![/i]"[/color] She shouted again, lurching towards April, her hands clawing towards the tazer.