A strange hand, feels cold, very cold, like she never felt it before, feeling uncomfortable, and not wanting to be there, thinking the people around her were her friends, wanting to erase the night, so much anger, just wanting to hit some thing hard or runaway and cry the night away, he making fun of her, trying to be nice, him not having a life, stuck in a fantasy life, nothing ever making sense, feeling nervous like someone was watching over her, talking to her best friend, having nothing in common with her, making her feel unwanted, watching the hour fly by, just wanting to be held or be left alone, so many mixed emotions, seeing the mark on his neck, having his pager go off, making her wonder, who would page him, getting jealous like they were going out, never knowing what he thinks, what he does or if he really ever thinks of her, making her fall in love with him, something that never really existed, so many questions going unanswered, wanting to give in, starting something that will never be finished, slowly dieing inside, ripping her insides out, it will all soon be over