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Hopelessness

Screaming. Constant screaming. It’s so loud and goes on for so long that you can’t stand any more. And it gets louder. More persistent. More unrelenting. Louder and louder and louder until you can’t see how to stop it. But you have to stop it. To stop the pain. To stop the hurt. To stop everything

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“Room 309. Lily Halliwell. She’s yours. Quite an interesting case. The notes are all here,” he held up the clipboard he was carrying and handed it to Dr. Quinn. “Patricia, I don’t need to tell you how important it is not to get involved. Be her friend. But don’t make friends.”

Dr. Quinn nodded.

“None of us have been able to get through to her. She refuses to eat; we have to feed her on a saline drip. Sometimes she tries to rip it out. She’s too thin; it’s quite a shock to many people. But she’s not in any immediate danger.” He sighed, ”It’s a sad sad case. Nobody quite knows why she’s like this. She’s been here since she was sixteen, and refuses to speak to anyone. We thought she needed more specific treatment. Just one person that she can learn to trust and identify with. That’s why we got you in.”

“I’ll do my best.”  

They stopped outside a restricting metal door. Plain. Simple. No personality. Just ‘309’ carved into it about two thirds of the way up. With no indication of what was going to be on the other side.

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“Lily lives in her own little world. And nobody can get her to leave”

He opened the door. Dr. Quinn looked at the girl, her bony, angular features jutting out from her thin face, making her look almost skeletal. Her lifeless long black hair made an stark contrast with her pale skin, making her look deathly pale. And she was staring. Just staring into space with chocolate brown eyes that sat in hollow sockets in her gaunt face. Lily turned her head, and her blank detached eyes seemed to look straight through Dr. Quinn. She idly wondered what on earth ...

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