The girl's bright green eyes widened with fear as she discovered a tickling sensation on the smooth skin of the back of her neck.
Salty tears fell down her warm, rosy cheeks when the 17-year-old realized that the slow crawling she felt was only in her delusional mind.
She remembered the way her mother caressed that very spot, longing to feel her mother's soft touch once again.
Hollow inside, the girl wiped her wet eyes with her fragile icy hands and immediately fell into a deep slumber.
A slightly wilted pink rose that smelled of nostalgia greeted her on the plain wooden nightstand, her eyes wandered around the blank walls as she wondered who cared enough to deliver the present.
Cackles traveling from the rooms around her float in the air, the girl trembling, wishing to escape the mental prison she had called home for the past three years.
After glancing down, the girl nearly jumped out of the plain bed as she realized the sheets were soaked with blood.
Bringing attention to the nurses, she screeched as large cuts on her frail arms oozed with the red substance.
Nurses rushed in the room to find nothing but the horrific sight of the girl lying on her back frantically flailing her skinny arms and legs, screaming, "Blood!"
"Sabrina dear," a woman appearing to be the head nurse crooned, "There is nothing here, but trust me you will feel better after you take your pills."