Stella smiled as she let her eyes get lost within the various shades of blue and purple she saw covering her delicate wrists. The pattern they made was just beautiful, so calming, so soothing. And the pain, that precious ache that took away the anxiety she’d started to feel only moments ago. Oh god, it had all been building since day one when she’d woken up in the place not knowing where she was at first. And it had all finally come to a head. Yes, she’d had no choice but to seize the moment since Yuna was gone. Consequences be damned!<br/><br/>As Stella continued to stare at her injuries, her thoughts suddenly drifted to her parents. Honestly, they’d committed the ultimate betrayal in her eyes by bringing her to Rosanam. She was 22, no longer a child! They had no right to steal away her consent like that, not when she was perfectly fine.<br/><br/><em>Perfectly… fine…</em><br/><br/>Oh, Stella knew she had issues. But for her parents to have brought her to this… place? Yes, this was far worse than when they’d hidden the existence of Elena from her, the twin sister she’d never known. Any glimmer of trust that might have still flickered was fully extinguished now, had died the moment she realized what they’d done, where they’d left her.<br/><br/>Tears began to form in Stella’s blue eyes, stinging them as they pooled and finally fell across her pale cheeks. Just then, her thoughts were cut short. A loud alarm suddenly began to resonate throughout the room causing her to clutch at her ears and sob openly.<br/><br/>What in the hell was going on?<br/><br/>Suddenly, Stella heard the door burst open. Snapping her head around to see who was coming in, her heart sank when she saw it wasn’t Yuna, her roommate for the past couple of months. Instead, she saw the orderlies and the looks on their faces made it clear that they weren’t happy to be seeing her.<br/><br/>“No… no…” Stella stammered, shaking her head back and forth when she realized what was going on. The watcher. She’d been seen! Frantically, she began to look about the room, desperately trying to find the camera that had given her away, had tattled on her in her one moment of solitude and bliss.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Stella found herself being dragged to her bed, her slim body being thrown down with a force far greater than what was needed.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I…” Stella shrieked.<br/><br/>But the orderlies didn’t speak. No. Instead, they just went about their business, pinning her and fumbling for the restraints to keep her in place. Stella whimpered as her body went limp. It was clear that they’d had quite the morning given their silence and having to deal with her private action of self-injury was just adding to the resentment she could tell was building within them. Eyes wet with tears, she didn’t fight the men holding her down. Instead, she let them do what they’d been ordered to do.<br/><br/>“I’m so sorry…” Stella whispered, her voice shaky. She was fully restrained, unable to move from the bed. Looking at the orderlies, she wished that they could truly understand that she meant what she was saying. But for some reason, she knew they didn’t. And not even as she laid there crying.