The Games

it was another normal day in the insane asylum... as Rosa set in her usual corner of the nearly empty room. Screams bouncing of the walls of the halls of the asylum "I'm not insane... I'm not insane... I'm not insan-" Her voice choking on tears as she wrapped her arms around her legs, her face nuzzled into her knees, the cold wind from the small wind licking the back of her neck, giving her chills, she rocked back and forth... mumbling still "I am not... crazy, I am not" she paused when...