~ Rebecca's point of view ~
It was dark. Even for an asylum it was dark. Wind and rain was coming through the smashed glass in the window; the same glass that was drenched with blood and sweat.
The girl was sat in the corner of the room; eyes open wide. She rocked vigorously back and forth which gave me and feeling of sea sickness.
I had always hated the water. Ugh. Ever since Bianca passed on, I had vowed to never go in water agai-. Ugh stop going off track Rebecca.
Talking to myself is also a real struggle...but it keeps me sane I guess-
Her eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, they were beginning to close as if she was tired. I thought this on the daily as I sat, slowly nodding off, watching her rock. But I always had to remind myself that that's the joy of monitoring a suicidal insomniac; she never was tired.
I never knew what happened to that girl. She had seen unspeakable things. That girl had been through it all apparently she just- never really told me why...
Ooohhhh suicide watch is fun...I guess
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The Girl in the Asylum
HorrorShe had seen many things; she needed help. Her self harm, addiction and fasting was out of control. University dropout, Rebecca wanted to help. Will she stay sane? Or will this push her off the edge too? Maybe the asylum is the right place for her...
