She started to run as far as she could. She ran until she was in the deep of the dark woods. She turned around to find nothing in sight, falling to the ground with tears emerging in her eyes. She put her hands to her face and cried. She is ashamed of everything that has happened, nothing was every suppose to get as far as it did. She tried to run many times before, but never had the strength to run this far. She looks at her reflection in the water, and sees the person she can no longer recognize. She let her addiction control her life. The addiction kept on getting stronger. It was getting out of control, but she just couldn't give it up. She needed its comfort, the security she felt with it. She never knew it would drag her down so far. Her addiction was love and it tore her apart.