The young female stood at the door and after a few minutes was getting anxious and hopeless that no one would answer. That she would be forced to go back out on the city streets and fend for herself without getting caught. She was shaking, possibly withdrawing from some of the higher sedatives and narcotics they had been pushing into her system constantly. It was the first time in days she had a clear head without being medicated and it was taking a toll. The man would see the hospital bands on her left arm hidden underneath her cardigan, how her eyes were bloodshot and her hair slightly tousled. She was indeed a troubled soul searching for help, but not ordinary help.  Something was happening to her and she couldn’t explain it and you couldn’t trust somebody that thought you was clinically insane, which was now most of her family, friends and doctors overseeing her care.<br/><br/>When he answered, she let out a small breath gulping and looked up at him. He obviously looked inconvenience but seeing him in person was so much more different than the shitty photos or mug shots on the internet. He was tall, dark haired, skinny and pale, he had very sharp distinct facial features and very noticeable chestnut brown eyes with thick brows, she caught all this in under seconds before he looked her over asking her to make it fast. She didn’t speak for a few, not knowing how to start talking to this stranger about why she had just broken out of a psychiatric ward for his help. So instead she did what came natural at the moment and just started word vomiting all over the place.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fcontent.internetvideoarchive.com%2Fcontent%2Fphotos%2F5983%2F591381_045.jpg&amp;hash=37ff85ecae668223f15a36589d8f8551" title="591381_045.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3"><b>“I…I um, I….,” </b></span></i>she crossed her hands over her chest adverting her eyes,<b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">“I can’t go back, I can’t….,”</span></i></b>she shook her head exhaling,<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3"><i>“I need your help. I’m not crazy.” </i></span></b>She said and her eyes started glistening showing her emotions.<b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">“I was looking for John, John Constantine….I thought he could help….be-be-because no one else ca-ca-can.”</span></i></b>She stammered whiling her sleeve of her nose and mouth while looking back up to him.