"Cold cold walls..." Isabella spoke quietly to herself as she sat upon her bed, her back ruler straight, and her gaze looking out the large window. "Cold cold floor..." Of course, Isabella wasn't speaking, it was Anna. Anna usually took control during the night, when Isabella was sleeping. It either Anna or Damien, and Isabella was frightfully afraid of the older man. At night, when she was truly sleeping, Damien would awaken and do things to Isabella's body: such as scratch her, find ways to cut herself, and Isabella would awaken with unexplained bruises on her arms and legs. Out of desperation, the young girl had requested that her bed frame be taken from her room, so it couldn't be used to harm her.<br/><br/>"I can't live here...what happened to home?" Anna fretted while playing with her waistlength blonde curls. Somehow I have to get back." Her large blue eyed gaze flickered to the door before the girl laid down and put her head on the matress: her pillow having been removed along with the bedframe. Isabella was finally given control, and she slept soundly until the morning had come: the rising sun waking her early. Out of boredom, the girl woke up, went to a locked padded cabinet, and removed a brush. She then proceeded to brush her long curls 100 times on both sides.