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Dani's POV 

She sat crossing her legs together and clasping her palms together, she hung her head low. Her face held no emotions. Her hair was sticking up and scattered, it looked like she had ran her fingers through it. Her lips were pale and had dried blood on it. She had chewed on her lips till it bled.

On her wrist was the hospital wrist band, her name written boldly on it 'Danielle.' The hospital gown had a badge with the room number on it, 'Patient 220.' Every patient in that hospital had a wrist band and a badge. Everyone's socks was white and with a pair of white canvas to match the socks. There were always fluffy slippers to change into when they were back in their wards. The only difference was that the females wore a blue gown, while the males wore a blue shirt and trouser.

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No day passed by without patients fighting with one another and one of my friends was always involved. Seems he never changed afterall. His name is Louie. But we call him Lou. His girlfriend's death added to his problems. She used to be my best friend.

Everyday, in the morning, although the time changes, two nurses would come get me to the white and black room; it's an interview room, but i call it white and black room.The room had three screens, A big one in front of me, another behind me and the last was by the left side.

Some people would be outside the room to ask questions. If I couldn't answer, I'd draw what I can't say; sometimes saying the words out hurts my brain and every part of my body system, it gives the voices in my head the chance to torture me, thereby leaving me helpless. Sometimes I forget what I said yesterday or whatever I've said, only to be reminded by dreams or hallucinations.

I could be walking to my ward with the nurses beside me, suddenly it will be just me alone in the hallway, seeing nobody but hearing a voice. I'd follow the voice from the hallway to a door that was never there in reality.

Opening the door, I'd usually land in a puddle of blood or in a forest. In reality I would be holding my head, screaming and thrashing around until I would be injected and so I'd let the darkness embrace me and I would sleep till I woke up from the same dream I kept having. Me and him together, sitting on the rooftop of his house, holding hands and making jokes. I would laugh till my ribs hurt.

I remember him, even in my schizophrenic state, I remember him; he's the only thing keeping me sane and he's the only memory that I'm holding on to. His name is Ezekiel, the only man I've ever loved and will always love. I miss him, I miss us all. Ezekiel, Louie, Ruth, Stacie (dead) I'd shot her, Jasper, Patrick and Ivan.

We all are here, in this hospital, and we see everyday but we're not allowed to communicate with each other yet, especially with Louie. He's still mad at everyone for the death of his girlfriend, he says we are responsible; he's still very much calm. I wonder how Ezekiel coped, Stacie was his sister, but she died in my arms and till now, Louie is infuriated. Poor Louie.

I feel like I've stressed my brain. Drawing is hard but talking is harder, they won't understand what you tell them, so I tend to draw, which makes it easier for me and hard for them. Well I don't know... did I just chuckle right now? It sounded horrible. I think I'm going to sleep.

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She kept the drawing on the floor and curling into a fetal position. She then drifted off to sleep.