I enter the dark room as the guard closes the door behind me, a single lightbulb lit still not enough to light the whole room.

I see her there sitting on the floor, her clothes ripped, her face pale and black spots covering her not-so-covered body. “Hey” i say gesturing a wave. She looks up and down at me checking my clothes. I hold my hand out to shake hers, but she doesn’t respond.

“Why don’t you tell me your name?” I ask her resting myself on the floor in front of her. “Why do you want to ask about my name? I’m sure you know it already” she says looking at me with her black eyes. I actually don’t know her name, the only thing in the file was a paper allowing me to enter the room.

“I am here to help you, okay? And no i do not know your name. I would prefer if you tell me what you want to be addressed by” i say trying to keep my cautious self under control. She stands up and steps closer to me, lifts her hand above my head and asks me to deep breathe while closing my eyes.

Now the only thing that guards asked me not to do was to not listen to anything she says about suicide or closing my eyes, but i do it for the sake of the job.

I feel her hand getting closer to my head as i sit closing my eyes, she grabs my hair and in a fraction second starts hitting my head with her knee violently. I try to fight back and get her off of me, but she keeps going. I scream and kick her in the stomach as much as i can and she eventually gives up. I see her resting on the floor shivering with her bloody knee hidden by her hand.

I stand up and head to the exit trying to open the door with my blood-covered hand but it’s locked. I look behind me to see if i can spot her or not, but i see nothing, just a singular mirror.