“Hey! -- Hey you!” One of the staff called after her, holding onto his utility belt as he chased after the wild girl. The asylum was changing soon. Under new management or something like that; she didn’t wait around for all the details. The minute the information had reached her ears Trixie knew she had to get out, and so she immediately began the first of three good deeds to get her soul back. Compared to her usual attitude and treatment toward others, it wasn’t hard to find something that counted as an improvement, and with determination and a lot of practising patience, she had become human. She was still quick even running at human speed, but it was nothing in comparison to practically being able to walk on water -- regret was already working its way into her veins. As the brunette burst out of the front doors, she made a bee line for the parking lot where a few patients were making their final exit with their families. There was one, however, that caught her eye. Not too many people surrounding their vehicle, and they seemed rather distracted with moving their belongings into the trunk. Moving quickly, Trixie crept across the concrete enclosed by fence, staying below the windows height as she reached the car. Time was of the essence, and the man was sure to catch up soon enough. “Fuck it.” She whispered through an exhale, swallowing the angst that sooner provoked doubt. She wasn’t afraid. She wouldn’t allow herself to be no matter how much she didn’t understand the world she was jumping head first into. Timing everything carefully, Trixie opened the back door and slipped inside, closing it behind her before pulling a blanket that was lying across the back-seat over her body. The car rocked as the trunk was shut and the girl lay down, listening as the driver took their spot in front of the wheel and started the car.
