"I can't," I feel my salty tears rolling down my face "I can't lose her like I lost Ava," I toss the letter near my bed and topple other to the door. I stop dead in my tracks with my hand on the doors handle, "if I leave ill get in trouble, but I can't lose her," I rud the tears out of my eyes "what should I do." I shuffle open the door only a crack, just in case one a caretaker walks by thinking I'm trying to leave. I peek my eye threw the crack in the door, I hear heavy footprints down coming down the hall, seeing Margret pulling rin down the hall by her hair. "let go of me you nasty hag" rin cries,  Margret pulls her up so their eyes meet "listen you little brat," she glares "you better learn some manners before you personality changes." She pushes rin to the ground I can hear something in her body crack as Rin lets out a small cry, her eyes seem to change from a sea to vipers. "that must be Sonnar" I whisper, Sonnar slowly stands up and punches Margret in the face causing her nose to bleed. "if you touch one of us again" Sonnar glares "ill kill you," Margret grabs Sonnar's wrist and twist it behind her back, Margret sighs "I hate dealing with personality disorder." she continues to drag Sonnar down the hallway with her kicking and screaming out of my vision. I poke my head out of the door to see the edge of Sonnar's skirt disappear behind the holding rooms door. I hear Margaret's voice from behind the door, "ill leave her to you I need to check on 761757," I quickly run over to my bed, but my foot gets caught in my crutch, so I do another face plant against the tiles and my crutch is thrown across the room. Margret throws open the door and glares down at me "761757 why are you on the floor," I give Margret a smile "well Margret, I was just so happy you put me on lockdown I threw my crutch across the room" I say as sarcastically as possible. Margret picks up my crutch and walks over to me slapping me in the side of my head. "ow!" I hiss  Margret stare at me with an icy glare and leans close to my face, "you threw your crutch this morning at rollcall?" I nod my head "do you know how long its bin since rollcall?" she asks I shake my head "seven hours" she hiss. "oh" I whisper as I stare at the floor praying she doesn't see threw my lies.she lifts up my chin so our eyes can meet "so 761757,  your telling me that for the last seven hours you've been sitting on the floor alone" I blink at her a few times "yes Margret, I've have" staring at her bushy unibrow. Margret laughs "I have something for you"  Margret shuffles out of the room walking back in with a plate of goo, or mushy white slop on a white tray. she drops the tray splattering the white goo all over the floor, "enjoy your meal," she laughs putting her hand on her cheek trying to look cute, "there's nothing cute about a 90-year-old like you," I blurt out. I quickly cover my mouth, Margret turned bright red then ninja kicked me in the side, "I'm only 30 you little brat!" she screamed, my side feels like it's on fire, Margret turns around and storms out of the room stepping in the splattered food then slamming the door behind her, I only sigh.