"Who the do you think I am," she growls. "I'm not that whiny as your poor is, I'm not complaining even though I have a hard life. And then you suddenly barge in and whine about not having a anything? What the ,"

She laughs again, empty and distant.

"I sacrificed everything to get to the top," she hisses. "My family, friends, everything. And then you thought it would be funny, huh? Funny to shame me and just bring me down? You ,"

She scoffs to no one.

"You scum," Jessica snarled. "I'm going to kill you one day."

Her body curls up pathetically and she screams again, muffled by her sobs. She's sick of the white walls surrounding her, the white dress she's wearing.

"JUST GET ME THE OUT FROM HERE!" She screams again, no one to hear.

She pulls her hair out of frustration, the tears blinding her.