“No, that’s all.” Annie brushed her wig back and left the room, feeling disconcerted. The mention of her life caused more than a little bad memories to surface.

Only once she arrived to her bare room did she allow herself to dwell on the memories. Like the one time, when she was at the zoo staring at the lion, bored out of her mind after being dragged out by her parents. They had left to buy her food, they always seemed to follow her every demand, but they remained…silent, odd, distant. Annie knew what was happening, they were trying to detach themselves for when she didn’t wake up. They wanted to stop caring. The once brunette blinked repeatedly in order to rid herself of the tears that hovered on her waterline. She wished they would care again, that they would be worried. Maybe that was what brought Annie to dive underneath the bar separating her from the cage and shove her arm in between the steel bars. The lion looked at her curiously, began to trot over to inspect, when a nearby zookeeper tossed her away from the cage. A paw squeezed between the bars just as quickly, claws lightly carving her skin. If she had been at the distance she was before, her arm would have been torn to shreds.

Annie sighed, back in the present, and moved to sit on the bed. What was she supposed to do now? Lying back, she closed her eyes, wondering if there was any sleep for dead.