Dark as can be, the night pressed in, surrounding all as a blanket of quiet. There were probably though all manner of people awake at this time however, and no exception was a girl, perhaps a woman, she herself was not quite sure, but she indeed did stir awake in her bed. The slight sounds of the night that sounded so innocent during light, but were dangerous in this darkness kept her ears perked and her mind racing thinking of the possibilities. She did not like the normal explanations. 'oh it is just the building creaking, the trees moaning in the wind', no that was not exciting at all. In her mind she wanted something more, perhaps something more than ever there could be, specifically something that could for all accounts not be of the right mind.
There was nothing keeping her there, except the padded white walls and strict iron door, and what good were they if they could not even realise that they were so real that it was highly likely in all accounts that to someone they were just a very vivid dream.
As the night stirred so did the girl. She was not particularly tall but was not particularly short either which left her somewhere round the middle, which can be an awkward place to be as you really can go in whichever direction. Arising from bed she hummed a small tune to herself. There was no specific name for this tune really, it just so happened to be there and ready to be hummed, but all the same it breached the silence of the room and in hearing the noise it stirred her into the current.
"I think I desperately am wanting a change" she said, not so much to herself but as to the others who just simply weren't in the room. After all that's all that it really is when people are simply not about, it is not as if you are talking to yourself, it is as if the people really couldn't be bothered to show up and listen.
The bars on the smallish window above the bed seemed almost to waver in the light of dark, and for some reason the girl was not surprised in the least that they vanished. She, who we shall call Emily , reached into a concealed pocket in the matress, which served as something of a bedside table in the lack of one, and pulled out a well loved pocket knife. She stroked the blade as you would a lover and carefully hid it in the waist band of her hospital issue uniform.
The window seemingly called out to Emily, and she was more than willing to answer back "yes I am coming, just wait yourself would you!" and she thought briefly if she had forgotten anything and with a curt shake of her head "nope" she clambered up to the window using the bed head as a ladder and pulled herself through.