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As usual, she simply sat. Her frail bottom was implanted firmly on the soft thicket of weeds. The pale yellow grass that surrounded her was faintly indented from her slender form residing in one spot for so long.She was not at all aware of how much time had elapsed since she had awoken and wandered out into the pale twilight morning. It felt like a lifetime really, and the morning air had not be kind to her pale porcelain skin. Despite the fact that her position seemed rather dismal, the dying courtyard was actually Hanna's most cherish place amongst the Asylum. The bitter air really didn't effect someone who was already numb, and more importantly she could escape among the tall grass and rusted old play things. She blended into her surroundings like a lioness on the prowl. Except she wasn't on the prowl of anything, just hiding from herself and anyone else who had an urge to bother her. She felt at peace with nothing but the wind whispering into her ears. Without anyone wondering why the bags under her eyes were so defined, or why every now and then she would twitch or speak to a seemingly non-existent being.

Yes, for Hanna this was life at its most serene. She felt as if she could sink into the grass and just disappear, like a pebble sinking into a pit of sand. If only things were that simple, she would certainly had disappeared an eternity ago. If she were truly to kill herself, she would simply end up as part of that pit of darkness that was always taunting her throughout every step of the way. Into the dark abyss of death that was constantly prodding her for assistance, pleasure, or help. Often it seemed death was her only companion..and most of the time she was actually willing to embrace it with open arms. It wasn't as if she really had another option. No one in this dingy place ever bothered with her. Even for a freak..Hanna had a habit of acting rather peculiar.

Despite the fact that she was seemingly alone, her deep thoughtful eyes were set on an aparation in the distance. A small petite boy in a cowboy suit galloped around the grass. Unaware of the ever fresh bloodstains, or the rusted arrowhead poking out from the depths of his skull. Most of them didn't know they were dead, and it seemed better that way. She listened to his little guns sounds, whilst his deathly grin remained eternally etched onto his innocent face. 'there's no escaping sheriff Tommy!" he let out in defiance, shooting away at the non existent 'Indian's' Hanna was pretty content in just observing..content in believing that that he could be so oblivious to the death that consumed him and the sorrows of the world that surrounded him. This ghostly figure was one of the elite few Hanna actually didn't mind communicating with.