Blair stood in the common area, leaning against the wall. Her eyes looking out the barred window, to the foggy landscape. Screams echoed through the facility, and she knew a new arrival had been welcomed here. She remembered her own pain, the one she received on her first day here. The lettering, and the cruelty of it all. It was so vivid; she could recall every word that was said that day. As she heard the screams drone on and on she shuddered a little, and wished it would stop.<br/><br/>Goosebumps began to prick up on her skin as she wondered why she ever thought to go to this hell they call an asylum. Ever since admitting herself, the doctors said she couldnâ€™t leave, not until she was better. She wondered if that was even possible, for every time she felt ready they shot her down. Said it wasnâ€™t a good idea and she wasnâ€™t well still, but she guessed they would know. They are the doctors after all. They did however let her out more often than everyone else, since she wasnâ€™t a threat to people. Only in her mind she was deadly, but the thought of hurting someone else in real life sickened her.<br/><br/>She let out a sigh, as her skin crawled with each frightful yell. She swallowed hard, lifting her fingers up to her mouth. She bit off what she could of her nails, sometimes chewing it off to far it stung a bit. She desperately wanted to be rid of everything going on around her, but didnâ€™t have the guts to harm herself now. Especially when nurses watched her so closely. So she waited for it to stop, chewing her nails off in her displeasure.