It was probably late morning when she woke up in a cold sweat. This night wasn't any different from the others that she had spent here. She was sitting in the left-hand corner of the padded white room with her arms pinned behind her in a straitjacket. She sat as far into the corner as she could. She was trying to stay away from the one door in the room. There were guards standing in front of the door to make sure that she couldn't escape, seeing as she was their most troubled patient. The thing was no one knew what was wrong with her.

She noticed when the door open and an attendant walked in. He had a tray of food and it seemed like he thought he was going to feed her. In the ten years she'd been in that room the attendants never learned that they were never going to get close to this girl.

The attendant in her room took a step closer to her and she froze in fear. Then she let out a bloodcurdling scream. The attendant dropped the tray on the floor and covered his ears. She didn't stop, even to breathe, until the man stumbled back away from her. Now she was crying in her corner, but her eyes still threatened him saying I'll scream again if you come closer. The attendant slowly backed out of the room, and when he was gone the girl crawled over and ate the food off the floor.

She never let anyone near her and she'd never spoken in the ten years she was in that room. When she first came to the mental institution she'd been found unconscious, but the people who found her knew she'd been mentally ill. They didn't know what was wrong with her and didn't know her family. When she was handed over to the institution attendants they'd taken her to who of their normal rooms for people who couldn't pay. Before they could do an examination she'd woken up and thrashed out at the attendants in the room.

She'd then been shot with a human tranquilizer dart since the security guards couldn't get near her. To be safe they'd put her in a straitjacket and locked her in one of their safety rooms. Once she was in the room the attendants tried to do the examination again, but again they failed. She'd begun to scream and no matter what kind of earplugs they used they couldn't drown her out. When the attendants gave up on the earplugs they tried another tranquilizer dart, but somehow her body had become immune to them. So, for ten years they didn't know what was wrong with her, who she was, or even what her voice sounded like. They only knew that she didn't like people to come near her, she had a scream that could bust your eardrums, and she probably had nightmares because she scream all throughout the night in her sleep.

Now she was quiet and in her corner again. She was remembering the time before she'd been taken from her home. She'd been watching a show with her mother. The show had been airing about four years. She'd been watching it for one. She could still remember her favorite character that carried a huge sword and had gold eyes. She had forgotten what his name was three years ago, but she could still remember his face. What she really loved about the show is that people were free. All her wanted now was to be free. She wanted to be able to have friends, and trust people. If she could go into the show she might be able to have that.

When she thought of her last memories of the show she remembered what happened after. She remembered the bad people and the things that happened to her. The memories began to replay in her head and she remembered the pain. She started to cry.

"Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away!" she screamed in her head.

She started banging her head on the padded wall. The padding was supposed to prevent her from hurting herself, but somehow she still managed to hurt herself. She'd been doing this for ten years. The people who watched her on the monitors thought she was completely demented. The most deranged thing about was the screams she emitted throughout the night. You can hear them all throughout the building. On this day one of the overnight doctors snapped.

He walked to her room masking the malice he held for the rambunctious girl. He'd come to hate the girl he'd never seen. He could never focus on the work he had to do. He had to listen to the other patients complain. He hated always hearing her. He thought it'd be better for everyone if she was taught a lesson.

"I'm here to attempt to do an examination of patient 4-0-6." He said to the two guards and held up a clipboard the looked legitimate

The guards slowly opened the door and let him in. when the doctor realized they didn't intend to close the door he put on a fake smile.

"You might want to close the door." He advised.

"I heard that when you hear this girl's scream in person you have a chance of going deaf."

The guards looked at his doubtfully.

"What about you?" one of them asked and pointed at him.

"I bought some really good earplugs." He replied holding them up.

The guards only smirked and shut the door. They both knew no matter how high quality the earplugs the girl's screams would penetrate them. Heck, you could hear them, slightly muffled, though a soundproof room and all the way up on the fifth floor, and she was on the first floor.

Five minutes tick by with no screams. The guards began to get suspicious. They could understand if at first he was observing her from afar and hadn't approached her, but it had already been five minutes. The guards cautiously opened the door, and were shocked at what they saw.

"Go call for more security!" the first guard commanded and then ran into the room as the other one when to follow his orders.