Eventually she heard a voice, vaguely familiar but not someone who could help her get out of her torment.  Her legs were so tired from constantly walking, so she plopped down in the middle of the sidewalk, causing a number of angry cries as people had to start walking around her.<br/><br/>The shouting wasn't anything new.  She was still wearing her name tag, even though she didn't have to wear it outside the school.  Most likely she'd just forgotten the thing, since her thoughts were clearly elsewhere at the moment.<br/><br/>She wanted to cry, but she didn't deserve to cry.  She didn't deserve the release of the anguish when the tears let all the pain out and she could just be numb.  Right now, she wasn't sure how she felt, and she really didn't care.  No matter how terrible she felt, it wasn't half as bad as what she should feel.