As they fell on the road, she knew she must focus. They were like bonds, tethering her, keeping her within what her mother and the doctor thought to be right. She wanted to soar again, she wanted the freedom that could only come from a clean mind, but she knew that she needed to focus on the driving, on the escape, on the freedom, because if she allowed herself a moment to dwell on the downside of freedom - the lack of control, the chaos, the inconsistency - the demons inside her would find her.

She reached the dock and quickly packed her items onto the yacht and cast off. She tacked purposefully through the shallow waters of the harbour. Hoping for the wind to take her.
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