Strings

Hi, the names Lilly. I woke up this morning in a rectangle room with two beds a small closet and bars on the windows. But my own pillow and blanket on the bed. Theirs a door with peeled red paint. I wiggle and twist the door knob. It doesn't budge until a few minutes later. It's a lady who looks like she's in her mid-twenties with bags under her incredible brown eyes dressed in scrubs with her dark hair in a braided bun. She's looks at me I must be a mess. Considering I look down and see huge blue sweet pants with black and white high tops shoes with a huge sweat shirt. "Ma'am?" I say nervously have just woken up not where I feel asleep. "Yes? Miss....." She pulls out a sheet of paper from a pocket in her scrubs. Looks at the room number then back at the paper. Then saying once more "Miss. Howler?". "W-w-where am I." I say slowly stuttering. The lady looks at me as I just ask the stupidest question anyone could ever ask. "You really don't know?" She says frowning. "Yes! I really don't know now would you please brother to tell me!!" I say extremely irritatedly towards the the lady. "Sweetheart." She's say sympathetically. "Your parents brought you to the asylum last night...........