Nyx Salem sat quietly in the corner of her dark, cold room. She was very quiet most of the time, other times she screeched and thrashed around yelling at things that were not there. Nyx slowly stood up; she creeped over to the metal door and peered through the little glass window. She gently waved at a little black cat running out in the ward. "Hi Zero." She said softly to the little cat that only existed in her mind.<br/><br/>She looked down at her not-so-thin arms that were a sickly pale colour. Her big, grey eyes gawked at the thin pink lines covering her arms. Number 1476 was stamped directly on her left wrist. Sighing she pulled down the ratty sleeves of her big flannel shirt down, covering up her arms. She was in this place because she was a self-harmer with really bad anxiety and schizophrenia. Nyx was admitted in here about five months ago. She hated it very much, not like she wanted 'help' so she could get better; she just didn't think she would end up in a place like this at only the age of fifteen. She pushed open the metal doors and carefully walked out. She stumbled out, looked around and dashed off down the hall of the Asylum. She giggled as she came to a stop in front of someone else's cell. She sat down in front of it and tapped on the metal door with her long, dirty, bloody nails.<br/><br/>"I know someone is in thereeee!" She whispered and kept tapping. Her dirty blonde hair fell into her face; stopping she brushed away her hair. She wanted to know someone, and quick. In all her dreams she wished she and someone could escape from here.