Birdie's POV:
My feet moved on their own. I spun on my heel and bolted for the nearest exit. I ran out through the back door, all my thoughts being to run and keep running.
My ears rang, all the sounds around me reduced to nothing. I kept running. Past the servants who were carrying food trays and all the drinks. My eyes clouded with tears that made it hard to see in front of me . I didn't stop running till I got to the gardens.
It was quieter here. Colder too. The air felt cold, like icy spikes in my throat and lungs. I ran right into the centre of it and hid behind some rose bushes. I collapsed to the ground, my breaths heavy as I tried to inhale as much oxygen as I could. The neckline of my fancy gown felt suffocating and I tugged at it. My chest hurt. My eyes burned and I bit my l
