Luisa

My name is Marcus. I work at a mental hospital. On the date of January 6, 2017, a 14-year-old girl of the name Luisa, came into the hospital. She was wearing a sky blue silky dress, streaked with blood, and a pair of black boots. Her ivory hear was down around her shoulders matted with blood. She was asleep when they brought her in. Her shoulders were small and her arms were very skinny. She looked as if she was starved. Her chest rises and falls to every breath she takes. The silence has killed me so I break quietly. I clear my throat.
"Luisa, your records say-" I start but she stops me.
"Why am I here..?" She asks. Her voice is very soft and I almost couldn't hear her.