<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma didn't even notice the note Len had left her. Se was too lost in her own mind to notice anything out of herself. The voice in her head was out of control as well. At some moments, it told her that it was her fault he had broke the kiss, and that she had ruined one more thing in her life. At other moments, it told her horrible things she should have done with Len. Emma felt bouts of despair that made her want to kill herself, and then there was this warm feeling in her chest, a feeling that something was right.<br/><br/>Once she noticed she was alone, Emma threw herself in bed, her face buried in her pillow, and started crying almost hysterically. What the hell had she done? She had ruined everything, hadn't she? She was supposed to have broken the kiss right away. What was he thinking about her now?<br/><br/>Feeling restless, Emma picked up her journal and started a new page.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF00">"What have I done? Oh, God, I have kissed my therapist, that is so wrong. And I don't even know what to do... I didn't know how to kiss, I had never kissed anyone, I must have been so pathetic and he hated it, I know he did! He was so angry when I pushed him away, oh, God, he hates me now, I know he does! I never want to see him again, but at the same time I do... he was so distressed when he came in here this morning... I wanted to help, all I wanted to do was help... but I have made everything worse, I know I have. Oh, my God, I want to get out of this place! I can never look at his face again. He must be thinking I am some sort of indecent girl who goes around kissing men in her bedroom, oh, God. Maybe I am! Why am in this place? I can't be fixed, I'm too bad, to broken, too ruined for this to work at all... I will die here, if they will only let me out when I'm healthy!".</span></span><br/><br/>After writing all of that without even breaking anything similar to a paragraph, Emma let out a cry of frustration and threw her journal against the door before hiding in bed again, crying herself to sleep. It was still early in the morning, and she knew she should be getting ready for breakfast and to go to the infirmary to get her bandages changed for fresh ones, but all she felt like doing now was sleeping and hoping to never wake up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'I hope he doesn't think I'm beyond repair, and that he comes back tomorrow'</span>, she still thought to herself before falling asleep.</div>