She felt powerless.

She tucked her knees tightly against her body, fitting herself into the cramped corner of the bathroom stall. The sopping wet tissue was of little use, but she clenched it tightly in her fist. Somehow if she threw it away, all of the anguish deposited into it would be tossed out too, and she would be left with nothing.

A bitter cold settled in her chest. She stared blankly ahead as it numbed everything it touched. After some time, even the hard floor started to feel comfortable and inviting.

The bathroom door swung open, she flinched violently at the sound.