Jennifer tore her eyes up from the floor where all of the chaos was, all of the things that she didn't want to face.
Was this really the best thing for her?
She wanted to believe everyone, but she knew she really couldn't. She knew who Michal was, and anyone who said otherwise hadn't known him. Not like she did anyway.
Were they really not going to let her leave?
As she looked out her window, which seemed more now like a prison cell light, the lyrics of a song slowly seeped back into her mind.
You never give me your money,
You only give me your funny paper...
A single tear slid down her cheek.
