When I finally opened the door, I could not believe my eyes. I saw her creeping against the wall. Her dress was torn, her hair was a mess and there was blood in her mouth. She started talking to me but I did not understand. I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out. When I finally regained consciousness she was still creeping against the wall, staring at me. She did not even blink. She was actually beginning to scare me. This had to be stopped. "My darling it is getting late, we need to clean you up and get you to bed." I tried to be as pleasant as possible. She was surprisingly cooperative. I got her cleaned up and to bed. She did not say a word. "I will stay with you until you fall asleep." Hours later I was still by her side. I could see everything she had done to the room. She had pulled every last piece of wallpaper off the wall, she had pulled bits of wood off the bed and there was scratch marks everywhere. I knew she was not asleep, but silently laying there. She has not slept properly in weeks. I hear her moving around at night but what she is getting up to is beyond me. I don't understand. I was certain she was getting better. I thought a few weeks away from everything would clear her mind, but maybe being secluded just made matters worse. Perhaps if I had been with her, her state would have gotten better. I was always out for work and I did not see her. Maybe if I had focused my time on her this would not have happened. I think now I should stay with her at all times so I can be sure she is making progress, if not she will be a danger to herself and others. Tomorrow morning I will need to clear the room of anything she could harm herself with. The room will basically be bare but at least she will be safe. I will start a different treatment with her also. I have a feeling we are going to be here much longer then I originally thought.