Preface
She sat there, alone and cold, broken and beaten, just waiting. Waiting for what? She constantly asked herself. Waiting for someone to save me? Her mind would always answer for her, There is no one. She'd feel a sharp sting she'd long grown use to in her wrist and then everything would go black.
This to her was her daily schedule.
She was not allowed to think, eat, or open her eyes. She was condemned to live a life she could not. She was near death almost, and it was to a point that everyone knew about it. In this day and age she lived in a Mad house, literally at that. In this day and age she could not be who she wanted because who she wanted to be was prohibited in her world.
Or well, it was prohibited due to what she could do.
People were afraid of the unknown these days, terrified of what could happen, because in the end, someone always dies.