Everywhere she went, it was too loud. She couldn’t think or speak or breathe. All she knew was the hot, frantic pounding of her brain.
She left the noise. She found a place in the woods, quiet and cool. The first days were bliss. Her brain quieted. She slept for hours under a green canopy of trees.
The noise returned, louder and more chaotic. She’d never escape it. She walked deeper into the woods until she reached the lake, her pockets filled with stones. She jumped, plunging deeper and deeper until she reached its bottom, and the silence.