Kaya was sad. 

Not that she was always sad. It was just today.

It had been over two months since her parents had visited her and they promised they would visit every month. It was the first time they didn't visit too.

Her new therapist didn't believe her. Everytime she brought it up with him he would give her that annoyingly calm look and say, "Your parents passed away, so of course they won't visit you."

He acted like she was dumb which she most definitely was not. She knew her parents were dead; she was at the funeral.

It was comforting for her to hear their voices and just be with them, even if they weren't necessarily real. Her belief in this was strong. So strong, in fact, that her therapist would always give up and end their sessions early, gesturing to the nurse to escort her back to her room.

Because of the multiple attempts of harming others, and some mental breakdowns here and there, she was given multiple injections of unpronounceable drugs, aside from her usual ones. Everything was numb, and all she wanted to do was sleep. When she was not sleeping, she would be so pumped with antipsychotics that she would just sit around in her room feeling completely apathetic about her surroundings, like an unmoving statue as chaos ensued around her.

All she wanted was for them to stop. Every time Kaya could feel again, the nurses would come back and inject her with more, creating an endless cycle of nothingness.

This had been going on for almost a decade. Perhaps, her life may just have been meaningless, and the only thing she would amount to in her insignificant life would be not harming anyone else.

It was on a Saturday, that she was able to get off her medication. At this time, she was mentally stable and excited to finally get some fresh air. It's not like she wasn't allowed to go outside, it's just that she never felt like it and stayed cooped up in her room the whole time.

The hospital garden was on the fourth floor, which also happened to be near the cancer wing. Kaya always found it a bit weird that these dumb doctors would want to remind dying people of life.

The garden was beautiful though. It was a mess of various flowers that would wildly grow, without anyone officially taking care of the garden. This also resulted in various weeds that only added to the garden's charm.

Kaya took a seat on the worn out wooden bench, shaded by a single willow tree in the center of the garden. She tilted her head against the bench, and closed her eyes, listening to the peace and white noise of nature.

She was shaken out of her daydream by a shrill squeak. It's source was a young girl with beautiful almond skin, and ebony hair contained in a low ponytail. Thick, black-rimmed glasses wrapped around her doe eyes, wide in shock and a little bit of fear.

The girl could easily tell that Kaya was someone who didn't belong in this wing, given that she wasn't accompanied by a nurse, but she was wearing a wristband that indicated she was a patient in the psych ward.

The girl was young, clearly still new to the hospital, and would have already heard rumors of the crazy people that resided on the 8th floor.

All of these doctors had bent Kaya so much that if she were to talk to another, she would snap.

"I-I'm so s-sorry to disturb you," the girl practically whispered. "I s-should probably g-go."

Kaya couldn't handle it anymore.

"I don't think you should go," Kaya smirked, making the girl shrink further into herself. "You saw me here. And you know I'm not supposed to be here." There was a dark glint in her eyes now. "So now, I might just have to kill you." She was having quite a fun time.

The girl, on the other hand, was petrified. Her wide eyes got impossibly larger, and her heart was banging against her ribcage, like someone was banging on its walls to let them out.

"P-please d-don't," she looked down as if to show she were harmless. "I-I won't t-tell. I p-promise."

Kaya stood up, and began to nonchalantly walk toward the girl, making sure she had a bloodthirsty look in her eyes and a crazed smile. She lightly wrapped her hands around the girl's throat. Kaya felt the faint rise and fall of her pulse. It would be so easy now: to squeeze a little bit harder. To just watch her doe eyes start to falter, and to watch the mini sunset fade from her auburn eyes.

She didn't notice as a security guard roughly pried her fingers away from the girl's throat, only that beautiful sunset. Its fade from orange to navy the only thing in her mind.

The girl slowly breathed in. And out. In. And out. She repeated that until the demons faded to the basement of her mind.