Following along had forced her eyes open, not wanting to slam into a wall, but she still didn't trust much of what she saw.  It felt like a dream, where people were transforming into festering monsters which would only get worse and worse.  Her heart was racing in pure panic, and if she couldn't calm down, things would only get worse.  Everyone already seemed so upset, but surely that was only part of her own torment.<br/><br/><em>"It's because of you, Ms. Xelchas."</em>The voice was that of her third grade teacher, Miss Applewood.  Just hearing that horrible tone of stern and unsympathetic, unyielding disgust brought back a stream of memories she was desperate to forget, the first time she had a major episode.<br/><br/>"Shut up."  Vix wasn't supposed to try talking to the hallucinations, especially when they were people that absolutely couldn't be there.  Sometimes, though, she just couldn't help it.<br/><br/>"Really, Ms. Xelchas, if you'd just learn to behave-"<br/><br/>"Shut!  Up!" she yelled in no direction in particular, starting to tremble, growing quickly furious.  As soon as they were in the camping section, she threw herself into one of the tents, a secure and private place where she would hopefully be left alone for a while.<br/><br/>Her quivering hands went into her bag, searching for the bottle of Zoltan.  Once she had it, she fished out one of the broken pills, swallowing it with a half-empty water bottle.  Whatever horrible thing was going on, it was going to have to wait until she was calmed down.  By then, surely the police would arrive.