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Tapping her filed nails against the soft down pillow, she waited. The soft murmuring of the voices within her mind had vanished or at least chosen to shut up as the femme waited for the nurse to escort her to her therapy session. After causing a little incident between herself and another patient, Violet was sent back into her isolated room and wasn’t allowed any visitors; not even from the nurses who brought her food and medication.

Listening to the silence within and outside her head, she continued to tap her fingers against the down pillow. Abruptly though, her eyes cut to the corner of her room as a shadowy figure materialized. A soft, very light chuckle escaped her vocal chords as the figure’s face took shape. “ Come to release me of my boredom Louis?” The femme said in a soft, very throaty voice. Running her hand down over her bony hip, she began tapping the exposed skin on her thigh as the shadowy figure began to take little steps before her.

The shadowy figure wasn’t exactly there, but in her mind it was. Louis was Violet’s younger brother, the same brother she murdered almost half a centaury ago.