Rayne watched as the nurse tried to calm Jerry down. She had seen the one girl disappear after a chess piece a few seconds ago but she returned with out it. She sat at the window and looked outside. Rayne felt unconcerned and closed her sketch book. She stood and walked to one of the walls to leam against, wishing she would be able to take her meds. The emotions around her were getting stronger, and driving her up the wall. She wished that she could concentrate on one person, but she didn't think she could.<br/><br/>"Rayne," a nurse asked from beside her, "What are you doing? You should be talking." Rayne sighed. Everyday this happened, they got onto her for not talking  to people. She couldn't stand it, their pity. They all called her crazy behind her back, sometimes said she was one of the worse ones. Fuck them. One day she would get out. One day she might even kill one of these sick fucks. They always took the least noticed and they disappeared. They were doing something. She just didn't know what.<br/><br/>One day, hopefully soon.<br/><br/>"Rayne..." the nurse started again.<br/><br/>"I don't feel well. I have a headache," Rayne stated quickly. The nurse sighed and took a step back.<br/><br/>"I'll go get your medicine," she said and turned to walk out the door.