She didn't know why she was standing here.
Maybe it was because, at the end of it all, she just couldn't hack it. When it came down to it, she was incapable of doing what they asked if her.
Which was funny, because it was supposed to be easy.
Liars.
She had tried, really, to believe what they said, to think two different things simultaneously, but she couldn't. The moment she did, they started spinning around in her head, one trying to defeat the other. But of course, then the second thought would defeat the first, and the first the second, and they'd just go on in and endless cycle.
The pressure had been building in her head for days, making her want to scream.
No matter what she did, no matter what she thought, a thousand other thoughts told her she was wrong. She couldn't move without them assailing her, making every day an impossible torment.
She couldn't think two things at once.
Maybe she did know why she was standing here, after all.
The door itself was nondescript, it was what was beyond it that captured her attention. Sanctuary. People who thought as she did. People who wanted to think their own thoughts, and theirs alone.
Maybe this was the first step on the road to peace.
The pressure in her head was gone already.