The noises, the voices. They wouldnâ€™t shut up. Coraline held her head trying to silence, but her efforts were in vain. The walls were a bleak white.<span style="font-style: italic">Where am I?</span>Rocking slowly back and forth a hum escaped her lips. Black hair swept in front of her face.<span style="font-style: italic">I want to go homeâ€¦. Homeâ€¦</span>There was no such things as a home for her. Coraline knew it too. Her parents had abandoned her, God had abandoned her. She laughed bitterly, â€œThere is no God.â€<br/><br/>If God exist why was she like this? Why did she have to suffer so much? She was a good person, wasnâ€™t she? It made no sense, she went to church, she prayed daily. She was alone, except for<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>.<span style="font-style: italic">They</span>were the cause all of this. It was the devils work and she hated it. She hated her life, why couldnâ€™t she just die?<br/><br/>Lights floated aimlessly around the room. Coraline didnâ€™t want to see them. She knew they were real, but the men in white coats told her they were all an illusion. They believed she was schizophrenic! She was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>schizophrenic because they<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>real. As real and night and day, but no one believes her. They never do.