Pacifica shut the door to her room, the sound of people talking and music playing was faintly blocked out. The blonde stumbled to her vanity, leaning against it. She looked into the mirror, her mascara was running and stained her cheeks, ruining her blush. Pacifica accepted the fact she'd be scolded later for running out of the party, hating herself for being so dramatic. Everything was too overwhelming to stay though, the music was blaring, the main room was crowded, everything felt overstimulating all of a sudden. Pacifica's chest heaved as she struggled to breath, her eyes welling up with tears that would ruin her make up further.