Itchy skin

She was not in control of herself.

Lisa frantically raced out of her house, straight past her car and down the street, her skin was on fire, and in the far recesses of her mind, Lisa could hear a whimpering sound, all she could think of was running.

Houses flew past in a blur as her sneakered feet pounded on the pavement, and Lisa had no idea where she was going.

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, like a homing beacon its course was set, and she was just along for the ride; before Lisa knew it, the land had leveled out, h