The ache of it throbs from each shoulder up through my tight and knotted neck leaving my jaw stiff and my eyes about to explode from the pressure.

Cruel that we escape only to return. Has my head not endured enough? The girl lying next to me just stares. She's been through worse - they all have and frequently remind me of it because I still don't seem to get it.

I don't think the cats see them. No one does because they all want me to die. They throw reflective listening crap in my face as if they were any good at it to begin with. Their resignation to my self-destruction has deeply set in but I have nowhere else to turn so there is nothing I can do.