<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>:  2011 Volvo XC70<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br/><strong>Traveling From</strong>:  Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>:  Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivian.<br/><br/><strong>"I hate feeling scared all the time," </strong>she told Vivian, her own fingers mirroring Vivian's intensity.<strong>"Back at school, right when Michael told us, I just felt confused and like, like I was sort of there but not there, you know?"</strong>She looked over at Vivian, seeking understanding.<strong>"Like I was someone else, somewhere else.  There was this little Elizabeth inside, yelling, but no one could hear her, even me."</strong><br/><br/>Elizabeth frowned.<strong>"I just want to go to sleep and wake up and have everything back to normal."</strong>