1 WEEK

Her time's almost up. She can feel it. She's scared of what the future holds. Being replaced again might actually push her over the edge, once and for all. The loneliness would eat her up. She's living in fear. Time's almost up. 1 week left. 1 week left to return. To see faces she dread. 1 week left to finding out the truth, once and for all. "Take a deep breath" she whispered to herself. It's not that she doesn't trust them. Oh no. It's just.. This all seems too familiar. Step one, be friends. Step two, have an argument. Step three, pick sides. Step four, that's the end of friendships. She knows too well, after one week, the start of a new era, it is bound happen again. Yeah. And she knows that would just be the final nail to her coffin. She's not paranoid, she's just scared of the past repeating. "One more week" she says, as she slowly pulls out the switchblade.