Music blasted through her ears as Armenia stared at a wall opposite of the door. Her stare held nothing, drawn into her own self. Her guitar lay by the bed, still untouched, unopened. She took a quick glance at the clock. Lunch time. The doors open but Armenia just turns back to the wall. Her gaze never faltering. Her fingers lightly drummed on the bed to help her ignore the others as the noisily talked to themselves. Her drumming got faster and she hummed along with the song. Why go to lunch when she wasn't going to eat it anyway. She blinked and kept her gaze rested on a bird in the trees. Hopefully she wasn't forced again today.