updating, not a very interesting chapter though cause I didin't want to put in the next part... It's going to be looooooooooong... OK enjoy

Every muscle in the nurse was tense as she shuffled into ward no.145. White showed in her eyes as she watched the girl from the corner of her eyes. Her shaking hands almost dropped the tray she was holding when a small wind from the fan above blew gently through the girl's black hair and shifted it slightly. She composed herself and forced herself to breath.

"Miss?" The nurse asked timidly and took a sudden step back before freezing. Her eyes had met those of the girl's. A calm fire burned within her eyes. The nurse felt drawn within them although the hair at the back of her neck was sticking straight out and every part of her was telling her to flee. The flames seemed to grow slightly fiercer like they could feel her fear.

"Aah…" The nurse cried out, her voice was strangled which was the only thing that was stopping her from screaming out loud. Then suddenly, the flames disappeared and she heard some metal things clatter onto the floor. It took her a few seconds before she realized the she had dropped the tray of food she had been holding.

"I… I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." The nurse said as she hurriedly bent down to pick up the utensils on the floor. Stopping a while to peek at the girl, she was relieved to see that the girl was not looking at her anymore. She stood up with the tray and avoid looking at the girl she said. "I'll get someone to help me to clean this up."

Walking briskly away, she only allowed herself to slow and breathe once she was at least ten wards away from the girl's. She sighed and placed a hand on her chest to feel her racing heart beat.

Finally feeling calm, she continued walking and started to think back on the last few days. A fire had broken out a few days ago in one of the building in the city and no one had survived… except that girl. The whole floor was reduced to ashes; everything was burnt until they were left unrecognizable. The whole floor was unstable, with only a few pillars there to support it.

But below all the ash and rubble, the police, that went to investigate the fire, found that girl, still very much alive. And after rushing her to the hospital, all were amazed when the doctor announced that she was totally unharmed. Maybe just a few scratches and bruises here and there, but she did not have a single burn anywhere. If it had not been for her half-burnt dress, they would not have thought that she had been there at all. However, she seemed very weak and the doctor decided to keep her in the hospital. But after running many check ups on her, they could find no reason for her sickness. Thinking that she might perhaps have contracted some kind of new disease, the doctor still kept her there and continued to have check-ups on her daily.

And all through the check-ups, the girl constantly fell in and out of sleep. She could not even walk properly and had to be carried to every one of her check-ups. Her eyes were always half-closed so no one could really tell if she was awake or not.

However, on the third day, she was suddenly better and she was truly awake for the first time in days. Every one was amazed and the doctor quickly went to check on her, but barely a few minutes inside the ward, the doctor ran out screaming. Shocked by this, a nurse went in and she too ran out screaming. When asked what had happened, the two of them could only shake and mutter about some burning eyes, something about red demons.

They were both considered to be two of the most steadfast people in the whole staff. Neither would refuse to do anything around the hospital whether it was to treat a person covered in blood from head to toe or to comfort a person crazed from pain. But both had ran out screaming just from meeting the girl's eyes. She had been there, she had seen their look of pure horror and eyes that seemed to belong to that of someone that had been tortured to near insanity.

That doctor and nurse had both been given leave and from then on, all the other staff were weary of the girl. The nurse sighed again as she reached the staff lounge, relived that she was once again in the company of her colleagues. And as she called one of her friends over requesting her to accompany her back, she wished that the girl would just disappear.

Unknown to her, her wish was going to be granted… In a left hand way.

I turned to watch her go as her clean white tennis shoes squeaked when she turned hurriedly from the door. I could feel the fear in her before she walked in barely two minutes ago. I looked out the window pretending to ignore her as she walked in. I tried to distract myself by watching the scene of a bustling city right below me. But she said something and I turned to look at her.

The small spark of fear in her grew almost instantly, her gray eyes widened in horror. I snapped my eyes shut as I heard her squeak and then I heard things fall to the ground with a deafening crash. She muttered some apology or other then, but I just ignored her. All the people that meet my eyes seem to be very afraid. The first time was when this man walked in with a white coat on and he seemed very excited about something. But then, when he looked right into my eyes, all excitement was gone replaced by unmistakable fear. He stopped dead still before his whole face screwed up in pain and horror and then he ran out screaming, calling me a demon.

I was really puzzled then, why? Why was it like this? All avoided my eyes then and I avoided theirs. But sometimes our eyes met and I soon found out that they felt more pain when I was emotional. I tried keeping my emotions in check then, hoping that somehow I could look at someone without causing anyone pain. But even when I was calm, it never worked. They were always in pain, they were always afraid.

As that nurse left, I did what I had thought of some time ago. Throwing the white covers from my legs, I swung them over and tip-toed across the cold marble floor and walked through the door that the nurse had only left through a few minutes ago. I wasn't sure of where I was going but I kept my eyes down and no one stopped me. At every few doors, I would stop and look at what was written on it and then walk one. But I saw a door with the word 'Laundry' labeled over it. And without thinking, I pushed it open. I was greeted by huge square machines in front of me. Turning my head to the side, I saw a big basket filled with clothes that seemed clean. Walking towards them, I picked out a pair of jeans, a dark green shirt and a navy blue cap. And by the side of the basket I spotted a pair of black tennis shoes. I picked that up too and noticed that they were a bit soggy but I could not care less.

Slipping out, I went into the next room, which luckily was the toilet. Locking myself into a cubicle, I changed hurriedly and threw the white garment that I had been wearing onto the floor. Walking briskly out, I pulled the cap down lower so that it could cover my eyes. With that I slowly figured my way out of the building, and as I walked through the main entrance I breathed what I thought was my first breath of fresh air and… freedom?

I didn't know why, maybe it was the feeling around me. I could feel all kinds of emotions from the people. There was no feeling of fear or pain in the air or at least it was not directed at me, not created by me. Or maybe it was something totally different, something that was locked away at the back of my mind…

Without looking back, I stepped into the world that I had been watching from the hospital window with a smile on my face.