She tried to erase the pencil marks,

they were etched thick and deep.

So deep,

they almost couldn't be erased.

But after they'd finally disappeared...

They only returned,

again and again.

Until finally...

The words were written in ink,

and the words were permanent.

...her life was different now.

There was no eraser.

No "mistake undo-er."

She was pushed far beyond her limitations,

and her madness couldn't hold her hostage here forever.

And then suddenly... The words slowly faded back to pencil.

...until there was nothing left but the tiny eraser shavings surrounding the scene.