leave it to her to end up involving herself with someone who was apparently on the more unstable side. it was just her luck, really. escaping one murderer only to end up with another one. ' oh, because that's just very reassuring, ' she spat bitterly, already on the verge of an emotional break down. her emotions had the tendency to drive her, she had always struggled when it came to controlling them. hearing those words from the male only succeeded in setting prue on edge. she took a few steps away from the male, head shaking in disgust. ' stay away from me bellamy. there's . . . there's something wrong with you. you need help. you're fucking sick in the head. ' she took a few more steps away, refusing to take her gaze off of him. ' don't come any closer. '