Tasha sat on the hard white mattress, with its single sheet and looked out her barred window. Watching the wind blow the trees in the twilight of night.<span style="font-style: italic">If i go to sleep, they will come!</span>She thought to herself, her green eyes beginning to crystalize with tears. Even after being at the asylum for 3 years, she still could not trust the doctors or nurses, if she put her trust in them, they would turn on her,<span style="font-style: italic">Just like HIM!</span>. She turned her head to look around her pitch black room, except for the little light that creeped out from under her door, the hallway light was always on. She stood up and crept towards the door and pushed her ear against it, listening for the footfalls of a nurse coming to kill her. She heard nothing and slunk down to her hands and knees, brushing her red hair from her face and leaned her head against the floor and peeked out from the crack.<span style="font-style: italic">No one there, they are not coming tonight</span>She thought as she began to lift herself from the floor, brushing her hands on her sleep pants.<br/><br/>Standing by the door, she leaned against it again, pressing her ear to it, only the sounds of night passed through to her. Sighing she looked over at her bed, and closed her eyes, a small tear escaping her left eye. Quickly wipeing it away she walked towards her bed and sat on the edge again. She looked to her feet and slipped of her slippers, and then pulled her legs up onto the bed and covered herself with the comforter. Laying down she slowly counted to 20, a process one of the doctors told her to try, to help her sleep. When she closed her eyes at 9, then slowly drifted to sleep at 18.