"You're awake." The violet haired girl's voice was dull. She spoke in a monotone, not showing any form of emotion. I did not respond. I opened my mouth, begging to be able to speak. I only found that I could not. Not yet. She kept talking.

"Are you feeling any better?" Again, I opened my mouth, praying for a sound to come out. Movements had never taken so much strength before. I forced out a few words.

"W….Where. Am...Where am I?" She did not seem surprised at my struggle to find words.

"You're safe. Can you tell me your name?" I looked down at my legs, pleading for them to move. They did not.

"What's wrong with me?" My voice wavered and stuttered. She again responded calmly. She pointed to the table beside me. The choked up pills. Pills. My heart sped up in anger, adrenaline.

"You don't remember anything?" I could not nod, or shake my head. I said nothing and looked down. My eyes stung with an unknown emotion. Guilt. Anger. Something. Some form of emotion I did not recognize.

"I don't want to remember." That was the truth. She shook her head. She should not have asked. She should have been more direct. The demon girl looked at me again. Her eyes demanded answers.

"We need to know what happened. Can you remember?" I glanced down again, avoiding the pale girl's gaze. I could not lie, but I had to this time. I knew lying would destroy me. I knew I would blaze.

"No." I was burning. I knew I was. I felt like I was roasting. My throat demanded liquid. My mind demanded purity, but all I can choke out is, "Water. Please." I was scratching my throat, my mind screaming. Screaming out in pain. Screaming out in anguish. Screaming out. Screaming.

And her eyes widened. She was scared. I was tearing at my skin, begging for something to drink. Even blood. I was fighting myself, my arms trying so badly to rip at something. I let them grasp the edges of the hospital bed and sat, with my hand turning white against the metal bars.

"Water..." The girl was gone in a moment, and my mind was yearning for anything cold. Anything. Anything.

Then she was back, hand outstretched, clutching a clear smoggy glass. It was filled to the brim with water. I grabbed at it, almost demonically and drained the whole glass. Her eyes widened while watching me drink. I swallowed.

"Okay?" I felt as if it was a question. Nodding, I handed the glass back to her. She took it and set it down on the table next to me. Then her violet eyes flickered back to me. "Can you tell me your name?"

"I could." I had stuttered, but I paid it no mind. Neither did the demon-girl. She waited a moment in silence, as if waiting for me. Then I realized she was serious. "It's Krystelle." She nodded.

"Raven." She droned in her monotone.