Emily awoke in her cold, dark cell. She knew she wasn't able to rise, but somehow she found solace in that fact...she didn't want to hurt herself again. Her eyes were red, puffy, and dry, and needless to say, the twilight that filtered into her darkening room didn't help. The cement was becoming filthy and rat droppings stood dry on that small windowsill to the upper left of her. Emily shifted uncomfortably as more piercing sounds resounded through the large, cavernous halls that lay beyond her grated door.
Sounds were always occuring throughout the facilities: plate smashes, shattering screams, cries for non-existant family and foes, pipes, and rarely, but even more disturbing, eery silences which seemed to last for an eternity; therefore, Emily dreaded the fact it would always end in a loud noise, or loud upheaval. She listened to her neighbor's disturbing chats with peoples who were not there...but try as she might, her hands would not break free from her leather bindings. All her efforts in this place were in vain.
Her smell was clouded by the mold that flew invisibly within the dark corridors, therefore, I suppose, it is a good thing; smells were acrid, putrid, and disgusting in this hell.
Emily's body shuddered as her body bucked forward into an uncontrollable sneeze. Her neighbor across the hall screamed for a good three minutes after this and recieved a calming dose of valium within that set amount of time. The sun diminished throughout the lush landscape that lay outside her window (which she could not see out from, being bound and unable to stirr in her own cage) and the electric lights flickered on as they had always done outside the room in that cavernous hallway.
So Emily shifted unsuccessfully in her bed, gave a great sigh and pout, and fell into another uncontrollable sleep she had come to know so well since that day seven years ago. Nobody was ever sure when she would awake again after she toppled into these random trances, but one thing was for sure: When she awoke, anyone who was there, was there no more. Nobody stuck around to see if she was herself upon her awakening. No one. In these trances, who won the battle? A darker, more sinister entity, or a 14-year-old girl named Emily who grew up in a small resort town as an orphan? It was quite rare to see the latter of those two figures these days.