Elizabeth woke up, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the room she was in, she could not count the months she has been inside this hell but she at the moment did not cared, it was impossible to run away. The room she was in was plain, she had nothing to do but sleep and think. There was nothing to do in the cell, nothing at all she could not even have a book to read it was so boring.  The only thing she could do its count the toilet paper sheet that was in the roll of toilet paper. Due to her past activities of trying to escape she was removed of all privileges of being in the cell. She sighed as she walked to the toilet and began to do her necessities, looking at the door all the time while doing them so she was not grabbed with her pants down.<br/><br/>Once she was done she cleaned herself and pulled up her pants. She could not wear any underwear in this hellhole for fear that it could be used to strangulate others like some other people did. She washed her hands and face before going back to the bed and laying down on it as she looked up to the ceiling and hummed out loud. She knew her gift already and she thought it was inside, she could control people with her voice and the hospital knew that although nobody wanted to believe it or so she thought.