Staring at the walls, a brush in her hand, she just frowned. She wasn’t getting anyways. She gave a soft breath out to blow a strand of her long blonde hair from her face. It simply lifted a little and fell back into the same spot. Sighing annoyingly she threw the brush into the bucket of water, the water rocking around the bucket and spilling onto the floor of the room she was cleaning. Looking at her hands, which were know wrinkled from the water she sighed yet again and started to dry them off on her pants. It wasn’t like she was allowed any of her own clothing anyways. Once her hands were dry she pushed her hair from her face and could feel the water pooling at her foot. She glanced down and could see how dirty it was, a mixture of dark gray with just a tint of pink from the blood. 

“Guess I need to get new water.” She muttered to herself before grabbed the handle of the bucket and picked it up. It was heavy, for someone who was rather small and weak such as herself. But all the same she started to carry it from the room, peeking out the hallway to see three other people in the hallway, and one doctor sitting at the end of the hallway in a chair with a clipboard on his lap. It really looked like he was doing nothing, and Iris pretty sure that was just the case. They claimed to be making sure everyone was safe, and keeping an eye on their process, but Iris knew that was bullshit. Finally walking from the room she made her way down the hallway pass the office and into the closet, struggling a little to dump the water into the skin before placing the bucket in there and turning on the water, feeling for the warm. Once it was just where she wanted it, she started to hum to herself, it wasn’t long before she was sing softly, a song in German.

Even when the bucket was full, and she turned off the water she kept singing. Before Iris had been put in there, when her and Dominick were on the streets, she was a street performer, she would see for the people going along their everyday things. Some would give money, others would be pick-pocketed from Dominick who lingered in the crowds. Sure it was a bad thing to do, but when your living on the streets, you’ll do just about anything for money. Iris was just happen she never went down the path of prostitution, although she’d sometimes wake up the next morning with a hole load of cash but no memory of how she got it. Dominick would say he got it somehow. But Iris always knew he was lying.

She passed by the office the bucket swinging lower then her knees as she struggled to carry it. She song softly, the bucket water spilling a little over the edge leaving a trail of water, making one of the other patients glare at her. She ignored him and placed her bucket back in her room. Bending over, she reached into the bucket and pulled out the brush and walked up to the walls.

[centre] “Wo du bist, was du machst
Ich weiß es nicht
Ob du schläfst oder ob du wachst
Ich weiß es nicht “ [/centre]