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Her name was Daisy. The cell was her home. She recited the little things she knew over and over again. Sitting in a corner of the cell, her long, tangled brown hair hiding her face from the world, she didn't seem like she posed much of a threat. She wished she knew why she was in here. Had she done something? All she knew was her name.
Daisy. Like a flower. She had spent days practising it, but it still felt unfamiliar on her full lips. Who had told her her name? Everything was fading. Had there even been anyone to tell her her name? It was all she ever did. Think. Think of the reasons she was in here, trying tor recall earlier events but getting frustrated when all it gave her was a headache. Nothing. However, she kept doing it. She had already concluded there must have been something wrong with her, otherwise she wouldn't be in the cell, would she? Was it the way she spoke to herself, telling herself the stories she saw and lived in her dreams?
Her dreams kept her alive, since they were more beautiful than reality. Daisy dreamt of herself, wearing pretty gowns in a large castle. Even though she seemed lonely there, the feelings she got in the castle were never anything negative. Never a hint of lonely, only fast blurs of worry, but never for herself. There must have been someone else in the immense castle, accompanying her. Keeping her from feeling lonely. Was it a pet, or someone else just like her? Her dreams never showed her, all they showed here was herself, in a happier place. Herself with hopes and dreams.
A sound lured her out of her deep thoughts and Daisy looked to the far left, where the door was, through her hair. It opened only for a moment and she could make out a hand with a plate. Her meal. At least she was getting fed. When the door closed again, she got up, stretching her aching legs. Today things were different. There were no slices of bread on the plate, just a pill. Another pill. With a smile that never reached her blue eyes, Daisy placed the pill in the palm of her hand. They were mad if they thought she was going to take it. Slipping the pill in the pocket of the hospital gown they made her wear – something about keeping herself safe – she retreated and sat down once again. Day by day the pocket in her gown felt heavier, thanks to the pills. No one ever checked to see if she took them, only when the mayor came by.
She wasn't sure why the mayor was so taken with her. After all, she was apparently just another mentally ill person. The mayor always made her caretakers check her. Of course, Daisy was smarter than them. She was in this room every single day, never seeing a ray of sunshine, of course she knew every little thing of the room by heart. The stone walls were old and somehow she had discovered a loose brick and now she used it to hide all of the pills whenever she needed to. The weight of the pills was oddly soothing, reminding her that she still had a choice. Slip away forever, overdosing, or taking one and forgetting every single thing.
''Pretty smart for someone insane,'' she said, her throat immediately aching.
Daisy didn't speak to anyone else but herself. She wasn't even sure if she could trust herself, why to speak to others? They were the ones who put her in there, they never let her outside. Above all, it was the mayor that made her nervous for real. If it wasn't that cold smile, it would be the dark eyes, promising her eternal misery.
Daisy decided not to wait for her real meal to come and made herself as comfortable as possible against the brick wall, trying to force herself into oblivion. She had succeeded before. Now, however, sleep wouldn't come to her. No wonder, she had only woken up mere minutes before. A sigh escaped her lips and Daisy rested her head against the wall, looking up to the ceiling.
Dusty. Everything was dusty. Even her daily baths didn't help with that issue. It had been ages since she last cried, but now she felt the tears behind her eyes. Quickly she batted her eyelashes, trying to get them away. There was no reason to cry. She was in here for a reason, she must have done something terrible she couldn't remember. If only she knew what.