She was just so tired.

She wants to end the suffering they were feeling, but it seems as if everything she did, something always goes wrong. Too nice, someone suffers because they're not as nice. Too mean, someone suffers from how mean she is. She didn't want this; she wanted a normal life. She wanted life with no stress. She didn't want to think about anything but moving on and moving forward.

She just wants to shut down and rest.

And it was why she found herself in a nondescript bar four blocks away from her apartment. It was filled with smoke and it wasn't something she appreciated; but who was she to complain? They were all here for something. Or maybe nothing. Maybe we all just want to fade away into nothing, she thought. And then the hairs on the back of her neck rose.

She looked behind her, breath catching when she caught sight of the damn black cat with the different-coloured eyes again. She turned back hastily, trying to slow down her heart rate, pretending she didn't notice the cat at all. She just wanted to get away for a while because she was tired.

Why can't they understand that?

Taking another swig of her drink, the lights dimmed further and she was close to having a mental breakdown. In public. The sound of heavy boots could be heard, and she just knew who came with the cat.

Please leave me alone, please leave me alone, please leave me alone, she continued to chant in her head, keeping it down and trying to hide from the world.

The cat stopped at her table and she couldn't help the curse that came out of her mouth. She had no escape and there was no way she was getting out of this at this moment in time.

Nothing escapes them, after all.

You're tired.

You've reached that point of not seeing the reason for being anymore. There wasn't a point to everything you're doing and you're just so so so tired. Every movement you make is all just muscle memory, not finding the drive you once had. You're not looking forward to the day, and when you do start it, you can't wait for it to end.

You wait for that plot twist to come to your life, constantly striving and doing everything you can for it. Yet it never seems enough. It never seems to pick up. You have reached that point where you don't want to wake up the next morning. But life continues on because the world is like that. After all, the world doesn't stop for one person.

But whenever you think of quitting, life again is at the back of your mind, constantly blaring the fact that you can't quit. There's so much to live for, so many people relying on you to live for, that you feel guilty even thinking about quitting. The pressure to stay in top shape and not letting them know just what exactly it is that you're going through never goes away.

So you just grit your teeth and carry on.

There will be brighter days, you think to yourself. There will come a day when everything you're suffering now will go away and you'll find yourself happy again. That this is just a temporary thing and no one needs to know about it.

But you're just not sure if you're still here for those brighter days.