Alaric had only been at Ravenwood for a few hours and already she was creeped out by it. "Oh well," she thought to herself, "it's better than home. I can deal, hopefully."  She was sitting on the thin mattress provided by the asylum and just staring out the barred window.  She had no idea what tomorrow had in-store for her.  Would the doctor even have time to see her?<br/><br/>When she was being admitted she saw plenty of people in the common room.  Some of the patients looked a lot worse off than she did but then again she was probably 3 times as crazy as anyone here, at least she thought so.  She had always considered herself lesser than everyone else, worse off than anyone else and now more messed up than the people her.  She didn't have the slightest hope that she could be fixed and in some small part of her mind she didn't know if she even wanted to be cured.  She was probably better off locked up in Ravenwood than out in the real world.<br/><br/>On the bright side she thought that Ravenwood suited her perfectly.  Not at first though when her mother had shown her the brochures, the pictures had made Ravenwood appear sophisticated, proper, well-funded and well down right pleasant.  How could an aslyum for the medically and criminally insane look that way and have the possibility of curing them?  Her opinion changed dramatically as soon as she laid eyes on Ravenwood a few hours ago.  With its run-down looking building, dirty barred windows, cracked concrete steps and foliage growing on the sides of it she felt a sense of relief.  She felt more comfortable here now that it looked like how she felt she looked.<br/><br/>With a tired sigh, she laid down on her flat pillow and pulled the thin blanket up to her chin and decided to try and sleep.  She tried to not to think about tomorrow but she failed.  Her mind raced into the wee hours of the morning before exhaustion finally shout down her ever running brain.  The last thought she had was, "Could tomorrow have any promise?"