The glass cut deep into her palm, but Miranda continued to squeeze tightly through the pain. Fighting the growing anxiety in her stomach, she needed a release. She wanted a normal life. Though she hardly knew what normal even was, she just knew this was not even close to it.
She fiercely screamed. Dropping the glass from her hand, falling to her knees with her hands crossed against her stomach. Broken glass dug into her exposed knees but she paid little attention to the new cuts. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she smiled.