Trina stumbled as she took the back way to Carters. Her hair turned an eery bleach blonde and her eyes had turned completely white, as if someone poured clorox into her pupil and iris. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard, she thought it would pop out from its cavity. Cold sweat seeped from her every pour, and she felt as if no air was getting into her lungs. Every once in a while she stopped either frozen in fear or confused as to where she was. The voices in her head grew louder when she stood still. She didn't know which was better, hearing her pulse booming in her ears or the voices. A sob stuck in her throat as she saw the clearing to the Penthouse.