Sam knew the truth, she was a prisoner of her own mind. She once had the capabilities to stop it all, but her imaginations had run wild and free, separating them from herself. She knew she could take herself back, but she needed help and she needed to accumulate power, confidence. But where? How?
The girl woke up from her slumber from the pounding on the door in her head. It was soon gone and reality had replaced her head. The light filtered through the window and she was confused. She knew it was her turn on the cycle. She was the only one aware that there was a cycle outside of the confines of her mind. She looked around the room and wondered, was she for once having a new dream?
The girl got out of bed and walked to the dresser and there, she found that there were dresses of all sorts. She picked a dress, a sweet childlike one in the closet. She put it on and suddenly, it did not seem as innocent as before. Had she looked in the mirror, she would have noticed that the dress heavily accented her curves and her breast. The color of red brought out her porcelain skin and her locks. She was voluptuous and alluring.
Sam cautiously made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She walked softly and swiftly and she reached the bottom of the stairs. Sam observed the room and noticed that it was definitely not the hospital. "Where am I?" she asked the walls, expecting some sort of answer to slither out of the shadows and to her ear.