this is better

In the dark and cold room, she trembled in fear; afraid of something that she hoped will never happen. She held her knees together, and looked down, Hiding in the corner, she was escaping from the outside world. This is better, she thought. She couldn’t stand the way how everyone looked at her. No one cared about her; no, it’s okay. I already got used to this. She felt alone, yes. Tears started to stream down her cheeks.

But, this is better, at least to her.