[MuseSick]

Annabelle's eyes closed as she nodded listening to him, she slowly bowed forward as he did. It was a lot to swallow. He was a killer? a cold hard killer? Was that it? Was that why he was in here? Did the wards know? She fumbled to sit back down, watching him as he went. Was that what he had did? He killed them? She was curious why he was allowed to walk around, she'd been here for two years, and all she'd ever seen were murder's brought in and placed in a padded cell, and escorted everywhere they had to go, and watched. So why was he up and about? If he did what he said he did, why was he free? She looked down, he said he'd over throw her, she could feel her innards twisting into knots, hard, lumpy, triple looped knots. She rose from where she sat, her face pale, almost as white as her hair as she headed over to her orderly, going into the cafeteria for lunch, she kept quiet, a first, nodding her head as a hello to all of the patients. She sat quietly down at the table, poking around at the food she was given, she wasn't hungry anymore. She wanted to know what was wrong with him. She didn't know if she should be scared, because he said he'd killed his family, or angry, because the boy acted like his pain was greater than anyone else, like he had the right to act like his feelings were worse. They weren't, even if someone had the same situation, to a T, they could always feel different. She was drawn between the two, but she knew, it'd be best to stay away from him.

(Changed your username Chasm? : 3)