A stood towards the back corner of the rec room. She watched the people doped on the medication shuffle across the floor, and the people with not enough meds talk to themselves or hit themselves. A sighed a little, spitting the medication she was suppose to swallow onto the floor. She hated being lumped with these people, she preferred the solitude of confinement. Though word has it people from another wing were gonna be put with them due to budget cuts.
A leaned against the corner, her eyes darting from the people to the door, awaiting the new arrivals. She already basically ran this wing with and iron fist, now she had to put these people in check. Or at least that's what the voices told her. Jeez, these people would be late to there own funeral, free time started 20 minutes ago.. She thought to herself. Turning her head, she saw one of the black figments she usually sees but no one else seems to. A calls them her demons. The shadowy figure snakes towards her and leaned in, whispering break someone's teeth.. Cut them up.. Do anything to those who challenge you.. Remember, you run this place. We gave you the power to run it. A cringes a little at it's voice ringing in her head. She didn't hate the demons, to her they actually were the source of her sadistic thoughts so she respected them. But they always appeared at inappropriate times. Turning her gaze away, Anastasia continued watching the door impatiently.