Elliot curled up on her bed and under her blankets. She sat there with her eyes closed and started to make up memories. She had done this before. Although, she fished for faces, designing the people around her. People who looked nothing like those who had really been around her. She never imagined she had been in love or that she had really close friends. She had always thought... that she was alone. Like she had been when she woke up. She was always alone before... But at one point... some point she could no longer remember, she hadn't been. 

She lay there and found herself crying. She didn't want to be alone anymore... However, all she could think about was the danger she put people in by being around them. The Voice always got to her. She always ended up doing what it said. All it said now was kill.