Elise closed her chestnut brown eyes in false contemplation when a cherry blonde nurse from across the room caught her gaze. Elise was in no mood to make conversation or even interact with anyone, especially not the cheerful woman with bright pink lipstick and irritating sunshine yellow pumps that clicked and clacked with every step she took. Despite her attempt to look deep in thought, the increasing volume of her heels notified Elise that she had failed to look occupied. "Elise, dear, what are you doing here all alone?" The nurse's voice sounded like screeching nails the to tiny girl. Clearing her throat, Elise answered in a barbie doll voice. "I'm not alone. I was just listening to Mandy talk about how beautiful your hair is today." The nurse smiled cheerfully and thanked "Mandy", completely oblivious to Elise's sarcasm. "Yes. I totally agree with her. It's so blond and perfect!" Elise continued. The nurse laughed and ruffled Elise's dark brown curls. "Awe honey, aren't you just precious. How about we go and do your hair. Elise snorted, breaking her facade, and slapped the nurses hand away. "Lady, I'm twenty-three years old. I think I know how to do my own damn hair." The blonde stepped back from the shock which gave Elise room to stand. "I swear, you're stupid as hell, aren't you? Clearly, "Mandy" does not exist and your blonde hair is about as fake as your tits. Who are you trying to impress anyway? We're all crazy in this rundown, mental home." Elise didn't wait for a reply before stomping away to the direction of her room.