Fade slowly made her way up to her room after seeing the DocProf and getting stitches. Once she reached the door, she slowly turned the knob and dragged her feet in. Tears stained her face and her shirt had some blood on it. Her feet clung tightly to the ground as she shut the door behind her and stripped off her shirt. Then her body gave out and she just fell on the bed. Her fingers slowly slid up the bed to her pillow and she grabbed it and hugged it tightly.

This was terrible, how was she going to deal with this? Jaguar was still missing and she was lying in her bed!? How is that a good friend? Her eyes clenched shut and another tear rolled down her face as her emotions got to her...yet again. However, after all those years of hiding her emotions, they were finally bubbling out, and it was terrible.

Then, an idea jumped into her head and she pushed herself off of the bed and onto the floor. She grabbed a hoodie and threw on some of her vans before she looked out of the window. Anger and guilt flowed through her veins and her fists clenched before she threw it at the window. The glass cracked, but it did not break. Pain flowed through her hand and send the message to her brain that that was not a good idea and that it hurt, but her brain shut off the pain and she felt nothing. So, she threw another punch, this time managing to break through, slicing up her knuckles as they passed the broken glass. Now that she had broken a hole in the window, she was able to punch around it until she had a large enough hole to climb through. Yes, she could have easily opened the window, but that was beside the point, she couldn't hold her anger, guilt, and emotions in her anymore, they had finally broken free and she felt confused, and yet angry.

As she climbed out of the window, she used her claws to grab onto the brick wall and as soon as she was invisible, she began her descent to the ground. The grass brushed up against her shoes and she took off, out of the mansion and to town. She needed a drink, to flush these out of her mind. Flush everything out, just drink her problems away, get drunk, and make her way down the street, looking for her friend. When she darted on the gate, she looked back at her broken window, blood was all over the glass and the gentle breeze blew into her room. A quick glance down at her bloody, beaten knuckles reminded her of how she had gotten out, yet she jumped over the gate and made her way into town, not looking back this time.