Snippet #2221458

Rosalind watched at Cameron turned into a completely different person. He tore up some guy's drawing and then broke down in tears begging for forgiveness. She could have gone over to tell him he was okay, but she doesn't speak. And she doesn't interact with people. But right now she was going to go crazy she needed a lighter. She sprung up the couch and started looking for one. She flipped things over and she dug in the toy box. Luckily the nurses couldn't hear the things she was doing, but they could see her. "Fire." She uttered as she kept rummaging around for things. She was losing her mind if she thought that she could find a lighter in the recreation room. She then called down and went to sit next to the heater.

She calmed down a bit, but this wasn't the same. She grabbed some crayons and a piece of paper and drew her house on fire. The thing that got her here in the first place. The only difference though is that the people in it actually died. She almost cracked a smile, but she held it together. She continued to draw more pictures like that. All her pictures contained things that she had burned down.