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The inmate folded her hands in her lap as the doctor sat down in front of her. Something in the back of her confused, dizzy head told her that she could trust this man, even though all the other voices tried to keep her from doing so. Elsa played slightly with her fingers as she gazed up at Edward, listening intently to his calming voice. “I-I do. I don’t belong here, you know that. I think — my monsters wanted revenge, so they sent me to this horrible place.” She wanted to tell him all the things we was thinking about, just to let them out, but something kept her from continuing to talk. She was … scared. The blonde became silent and dipped her head, watching her fingers toy with each other. “Please—”, she eventually mumbled, “Guide me to that better place. I’m dying in here.”

His piercing blue gaze never left her as he sat back. “Yes, my dear. I will guide you. Let us begin at the beginning, do you not agree? I wish to hear of your life, your story. Tell me about your monsters. Tell me everything. When I know your tale better, I believe I can offer the right help.” How he yearned to help her! She seemed so alone, so sad. Perhaps he saw some of himself in her, and that was selfish, but he cared not. If he could improve her life, what did it matter why he had done it?

“My monsters,” she mumbled quietly. The thought of them hurt. Who would blame her? She thought she had spent years with them and now, all of a sudden, people tried to make her believe that her beloved friends did never exist. “They called them freaks, but I– I loved them. I was their mother. They were friendly.” Elsa shook her head in disbelief and looked away. The window next to the doctor’s head became more interesting with every second. All she wanted was leaving this place. Maybe she would even find her monsters and prove everyone that they were real. “You know my story. You know me like nobody else does, Edward Mordrake.” Her voice sounded thoughtfully, nearly like lyrics she had to learn for her next performance. “–I am not crazy.”