CreativeSoul
Magic Eight Ball
Elsie, 16
She hated white. Sure she had only been here exactly one full month now, but Elsie hated the color white. Everything about it.
But the head Doctor? Now she was an interesting story. She seemed tob"like" Elsie more then the other children. And often visited her.
But then, Elsie had no family to speak of. When Elsie was five, she lost her family in a mysterious house fire while she had been at school. And now, at sixteen, Elsie suffers from deep depression and night terrors and sometimes voices mixed with hallucinations...
Elsie sat upon her bed. Starring blankly at her sketch book. Her artist pencils scattered upon her bed.