She shrugged and shook her head, “It’s not that I don’t want to give you my name, it’s just that I don’t remember it quite frankly. I been seven years with people calling me freak and all sorts of bad names that I don’t… even remember mine”. She was surprised to see the bathroom in the corner of the room, she was so used to do her necessities with other people that a bathroom was something wonderful to see, wonderful indeed. “Y…you can call me whatever you want….” she stood up and walked to the bathroom and saw at herself in the mirror. She seemed so much different than what she remembered, gently touching her face she tried to remember something about her past but it was a big blur.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she looked back at the man that helped her for the first time in quite awhile. She had all of her emotions bottled up inside of her but she knew all those emotions needed to come out sometime. Walking back to the bed she sat on it and hugged her knees, “It was awful, they did so many things to me so I could help them, the last thing I remember before waking up in  here was they injecting me with something and then me blacking out, the next thing I know I…I woke up in here”.  She wanted to go out but wearing nothing but a long shirt would make her stand out. She looked around and sighed obviously tired of being in a closed space like this.<br/>