Snippet #1416935

The cold. the cold and the darkness. the cold darkness. a man runs for me, I scream. no one comes. He begins to tear my cloths off. I try and fight back but can't. he over powers me.

Lucy's eyes snap open to the gray light of her room. Her crisp white sheets are soaked with the sweat her dreams created. She lifted her shirt and sniffed, checking to make sure it was just sweat. wouldn't be the first time she had wet the bed do to nightmares. or where they memories... she was never sure. Lucy sat up and knocked on her door, hoping that one of the staff would be around to let her out. after a few minutes, one of them does. befor stepping out of her room and accepting the change of cloths, Lucy looks at the rip marks in the stuffing around her walls. She shivered.

a few minuters later, a washed and changed Lucy skipped down the hall and into the art room, which was for theraputic perposes. She picked up a paintbrush and started painting her happiest dream; a giant victorian mansion on a cliff overhanging the sea. outside a girl in a white dress and white hat kneeled and was petting a dog.