She then made her way to the apartment that she once called home, knowing that somehow she'd never see it again. Everything was the same as when she left five years ago to live and work with John except for all her knives, razor blades, drugs, and paraphernalia was gone. The police officer that found her bleeding on the floor of the warehouse had made sure that all of these things were gone. She looked in the mirror for the second time that day and noticed the familiar blue tee shirt and sweat pants from the institution. She had a strange feeling that she had seen herself like this before, but how could she have? She hadn't looked in the mirror since she had been institutionalized. She walked to her closet and opened it up. She noticed that most of the clothing inside was either black or red and had an eerie quality about them. A sort of smirk came across her face because she liked this. She then pulled out and outfit and began to undress. As she slowly pulled down her pants, she looked down at her pale, thin, cold thighs and noticed many scars. She touched them and wondered what could cause such a thing, for she could not remember the days in which she would cut herself to release the pain of her former life. She then continued to get dressed after which she packed what she could in a black tote bag and set out to wherever fate may take her.