Lost.

Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost. "What in the world do you think you're doing, Ms Crawford?" Lost.Lost.Lost.Lost. "I am just writing...something," I said. "Tattooing," Lost.Lost.Lost. Someone tugged on my arm. Pulling on the hand welding the hypodermic needle. Lost.Lost. "Lemme go! I ain't doing nothing. Just writing. Writing!" I waved the hypodermic needle in front of me. "I'll kill the next person who touches me." Lost. A tiny prick of needle. My legs went weak as darkness cascaded upon me.

I am lost in the dark.

Lost. Lost. Lost.