Buffy Summers had had it, she couldn't help it. Nothing in her life made sense, not to mention her slayer duties were cutting majorly into her normal school life. It seemed like only yesterday that she was talking to her friends about not being able to understand her homework, and how germy Snyder was, but now it just seemed like it was Slay Slay Slay all day, and only a handful of people understood her, and while she loved them, they would never be in her shoes, feel how she was feeling, sometimes she still felt alone, but how could she tell them that? At the moment she just wanted to run away from everything. Hah..what what Giles think of that? She didn't want to fight with Giles, or anyone, she just wanted it to stop. Plus she couldn't even think of dating, not only because she too busy with her Slayer duties, but..the scene flashed before her once again in her mind, how she had killed Angel, how he was gone, and it was her fault.
Everything was just piling up in her head, and she was becoming overwhelmed, as she located the corner of the crypt where she had fought several vampires minutes earlier,(an attack which she felt that she barely survived,)and cried. And cried. More crying. "GOD", she thought, "I'm supposed to be the strong one, the Slayer, the CHOSEN ONE. SHIT."
Hearing footsteps approaching, she tried to wipe her face, but the tears kept coming as she quickly got to her feet.