Siobhan spat.

The glob of saliva glistened on the ground, a crimson stain spreading through it. Reaching up slowly to her nose, the woman would wipe away the wine-dark colours that had begun to spill out, her mind still screaming at her. "I need to go. We need to go. I can't fucking [b]STAND[/b] these mirrors any longer." She was speaking, but her voice was croaky and breaking, high then low then high. Relucantly, she would begin to talk.

"What the [i]matter[/i] is that I spent five [b]fucking[/b] years with shit in my head that doesn't [i]stay in my [b]fucking[/b][/i] head! Why do you think I cover the mirrors in every hostel and hotel room I've ever fucking stayed in? Your organisation was clearly watching me!" She wiped her nose again, smearing the red across her top lip. "Let's just Go."

"Now."