All she wants.

All she wants is to run. She wants to run from herself, run from her mind, run from her meds.
And all she wants is to make the pain stop. To run from the future to the past and make the pain go away.
And all she wants is to scream. Scream at him for doing this to her, scream at herself for letting him. How could she be so foolish?
And all she wants is to throw something. To watch something shatter in to a million little shards, like her heart on that day. And all she wants is justice for that shattered heart.
All she wants is to rip him apart, but she knows that won't make anything better...oh but it would feel so good...
All she wants is to know what was going through his head when he said those things, and for him to understand what was going through hers.