She gripped the cool fence with her hand, squeezing it so hard it felt as if the rusted metal would slice her hand open. Silently she prayed for that, anything to make her feel alive. Anything to make her remember that there was a world outside of this place. A world where people laughed and ran and jumped and danced, a place where people sang and loved their children. A World where people loved their children. Not like this place. No one loved them here, no one wanted them. All Around her was unloved unwanted children. Too innocent to realise why their mother's looked at them with dull eyes. Too innocent to understand what those men had done to make them. She looked at the sky, it was blue, a gorgeous cloudless blue, a blue like the one that Paul had in his bedroom, before all this went wrong, before all the adults died and all the chaos began. Sunshine used to make her smile, now it just frustrated her, why should the sun shine when she had no way to enjoy it. She looked to her left, unable to ignore the high pitched crying anymore. The baby's face was red and soaking wet. It wasn't it's fault, to it all that matters was being held, being fed and sleeping, it didn't understand the hatred and the terror that floated towards it. To her it's cries sounded like a nuclear warning system, telling her to stay away at all cost. Telling her to try and save herself. But she couldn't none of them could. She thought that once they took her she would have died. But no, she had lived and then she'd been moved, to another wing, a larger wing. She had been here for six months now, It was starting to empty again now. Another cycle was to begin. She pushed the thought of what was to come to the back of her mind, She removed her hand from the cold metal fence a right red livid mark shining out from her pale white skin. She studied it a few moments, wishing it was deeper, wishing it was slick and wet and warm. She sighed and picked it up, it snuggled against her wanting her warmth wanting her love, something she couldn't give, there was nothing there to give, this place had sucked it out of her it had sucked her dry. She held it only out of the necessity of keeping it quiet. It settled looking out through the chain linked fence, looking at the green of the plants that grew only centimetres away from the fence. Nothing like that grew in here, this place was dead, the only thing that grew where children and hate.
She gripped the fence again, tighter this time, as tight as she could. She gasped, feeling the cold metal dig sharply. She squeezed her hand tighter still, feeling the warmth spreading. It bubbled up through her fingers, warm a wet. That is what this place wanted, her blood, her pain. Once this one was old enough it would be taken and placed in a nursery while she would be taken back to the tower and it would begin again. This was not what she wanted to be like. This was not what she wanted to suffer for the rest of her life. She squeezed her hand tighter yet feeling her bones crack like twigs under foot. This was what this place wanted her pain. She watched as the blood spilled through the slots of her clenched hands, her clenched fingers acting like drain pipes to the thick fluid. It fell a single drop on the outside of the fence. The only part of her that would be free for a very long time. She watched as more blood spilled down. Falling on the inside of the fence, Falling on the cold hard stone. Flowing from the cold hard stone of her heart to the cold hard stone of the floor. This was what this place wanted her blood, her life force her essence. All this place wanted was her blood.