she was dreaded to step back into the same old path, going through the same old conversation again n again. she believed there to be an exact answer for every question asked, but she can never get used to going through the same question hoping for a slightly different answer. it was frustrating, agitating n worst of all, it haunted her, causing her to have one nightmare after another, always the similar kind when she spent too much time thinking about it. she wanted to leave it just the way it was, she didn't want to be asked the same question no more, yet it would not leave her alone. she can't help hoping that it would, but she knew better. always hanging about, waiting only for the perfect timing to pounce onto her head, scratching n clawing at her face, leaving bloodied scarred tissue underneath those deadly sharp nails.