Hope woke to the sound of the eight o' clock bell. Feeling the ache that was becoming more and more familiar, she swung her feet over the side and stretched. She drove her mantra into her head, 'This pain is nothing and you are more than pain.' She let a slow smile creep onto her face; she has made it another day. Seventeen years and sixty-eight days alive, just under two of those years spent here.
Hope had forgotten how she got here, but she knew it was a miracle that she was alive. Standing up an stretching more completely, hugging her calves as her body protests. 
It is lonely keeping to yourself, she suddenly thought. She had a weird feeling about today as she walked through the breakfast line. Hope was hopeful.