Crawling away before lifting herself back up, she wasn't strong enough to levitate, nor walk. It was awkward stumbling, before she disappeared, retreating, blinking far, far away, and not looking back.

She is crying. A painful cry. Loud, desperate, and pathetic.

So, after being rather hysterical, she's calmed down some.

/Some/ being the keyword.

She'll cower at the Asylum, forever.

How can she live with the shame.

The entity will devour her.

Sally has considerably lost her emotions, her strenght, and all that she held dear. The nurse should tend to patients, not herself.

Bowing her head toward the other as a greeting gesture.

❝ You've kept yourself distanced for a while,❞ she commented, a little curiousity in her voice.

She is...just sitting at the Asylum.

Nothing has any use or value.

It is raining. Time to go outside.

Sweet, sweet dreams....

And haunting nightmares.

There is nothing like waking up and regretting your past actions.

Roaming the Asylum, Sally observed the outside at times, the crows sitting on rubbish and trees. It was tranquil. She was alone, and desperate...perhaps she underestimated herself, or the situation.

⛧ when you tell someone while you are in a chase the gen you were on was 95% and you have adrenaline and they ignore you x)))))))

Wheezes onto the time line.

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