The thing is, she’s dangerous. That’s what she had been told. Laughable, really. Sitting on the bathroom floor popping a xanax didn’t make her feel dangerous. Yet, there was that boom, boom, boom beat to her heart. It pounded and drove her dangerously to the edge of reality and what was considered acceptable. But what society dictated couldn’t ease that boom.
So, she hit the road. Now, she was no longer dangerous. She was just gone. No, she hadn’t gone fishing. She just left. They would figure out things out. Or maybe not. It just wasn’t her problem anymore. And, maybe now she really was dangerous. Freedom.