The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

She lay there for what may have been hours or days, and her only want was to disappear, to melt into the ground and let everyone forget she'd been here.  The stingers in her face and mouth, not having been removed, swelled and burned, to the point where it was a miracle she could still breathe.  She wasn't allergic as Wraen had been, but she'd been stung more than any being should be, and her body rejected it.  

Now that the panic had worn off, she simply felt numb.  Never in her life had she been this isolated... even wandering alone, there had been the promise of a future life with her siblings, or the prospect of going home and living with her parents once more.  Now she could do neither.  Here they would hate her, and she couldn't show her face to her parents again after what she assumed she had done.  

A terrible idea came on her then, one that previously had never had a cause to enter her young thoughts.  It was an idea that grew into a concept, and as she lay there, it provided a sick sort of balm to her thoughts.  For now, she was frozen, unable to leave the hiding place.  But soon she knew she would sneak away, avoiding them.

And when she did, maybe it would be better for everyone if she just vanished.