Nessie sighed and fled, running out the mess hall. She fled down the hall, not knowing where she was going. She just wished she didn't much such a mess of meeting people, of seeming to hurt them. She just didn't know what she was doing. She threw herself against a door leading to some stairs, just wanting to go up, to get as high as she could. She wanted outside, but didn't know how she'd get there. She felt horrible. 

She couldn't get the door open, and she groaned, turning to flee down the hall again in a different direction. Why couldn't she just be normal? Why couldn't she just know what to do? Why couldn't she just...just...

She just wanted to be normal, but she was far from it. She slowed to a walk, brushing her hands over her eyes. All she did was run, all she did was hide, and simper, and keep herself at arms length from people, for just this reason. Because she messed things up.