It was weird being in a place like this with other people.... she didn't do anything wrong right? All she did was accidently hurt her father with her.....gift. Sometimes she called this abilities a curse, some say it was a blessing. Being in an Asylum with bunch of people, sitting around thinking were crazy is a blessing? Wow. Melissa sighed as she grabbed the paper she was drawing curling it up, breaking it and shoving it aside.

She noticed a guy coming to her table, he asked her if she could sit but he didn't even wait for her response. Rude. "....Sureeeee........" she shooked her head grabbing another paper and beginning to draw. "I dont know what, Im drawing. I just wanna do something. Im Melissa and I am not crazy, but congrats for admitting your crazy." She said not even looking at him as she began to draw trees, birds, etc.