AN: This story came to me in a burst when I listened to "Let Go" by The Frou Frou

The intro is in choppy short sentences, and I apologize because I know that makes it harder to read and harder to understand but please be patient with me.

I do not own Twilight or anything of the associated characters.

I press my head into the cold wall in front of me as my head spins. Thoughts racing. My head feels as if it is about to burst from the pressure. Countless voices swirl from within, screaming and whispering, laughing and crying.

I take off into a sprint. I don't know where I'm going but that is no matter.

My legs can't outrun the flood of thoughts. I begin feeling claustrophobic.

I run and run, until I fly through the back door of my house, and crumple to the floor.

I break down right there in the middle of the living room, and pull my hair in violent tugs. I slam my fist into the floor beside me, and scream.