[center][h3][color=#9F79EE]Lily[/color][/h3][/center]
Lily leaned her back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest with her stuffed bunny rabbit resting there. She held onto the stubby arms with one hand, the other flopping one of the ragged ears back and forth. It was a habit she had developed ever since she was little and she mostly succumbed to it when she was trying her best to hide her sadness and loneness. She could hear the other occupants settling down for sleep or other things to occupy their time. She had been listening to the story being told to the other children but her eyes had remained focused on her rabbit as though she wasn't paying attention to anything else in the room. She was silent among the soft murmuring of the others, but then again she had barely said one word since her brother had passed away from illness right before her eyes. She knew she should be getting ready for bed but she just couldn't find the energy to move. She was scared to close her eyes. Some nights were good, without any nightmares haunting her dreams. Other nights her brothers sickly, pale face loomed up from the darkness and jolted her awake to a reality that wasn't much better. 

The child drew her legs closer as her bunny fell beside her, resting her cheek on her kneecaps as her eyes flickered around the room. Her brown hair fell around her like a curtain and she pushed some strands back behind her ear so she could still see, sighing almost inaudibly. Her eyes started to close against her will and she jerked them open, small body jolting slightly with the will power to not fall asleep.