Lottie had been admitted in that shit-hole a long time ago. The place was horrible, the walls were all white, the lights were really annoying and it was always so fucking cold. She hated it.

But then you had just been admitted a couple of days ago and she haven’t seen you talk to anyone but the nurse. She wasn’t sure what, but you had something, and she wanted to find out what it was.

She noticed you were trembling and looking around scared and she couldn’t help but remember how she felt the first few days. You were sitting on one of the couches, drawing on a sketchbook, when she approaches and sits next to you with a nervous smile.

“Hey, i’m Lottie” she says, holding a blanket on her hands “What’s your name?”