The Next Day: 

Waking up in the small uncomfortable bed the next day after only getting an hour or so of sleep really didn't faze Elena as much as she thought it would have. She hadn't had her first individual therapy session yet and didn't have any medication to take so after being checked in the previous day she was taken to her room to do whatever she would like in there. She had passed by many rooms, there was a blonde, a girl with purple hair, a pair of twins, an older boy who looked to be out like a light as well as others. She laughed softly as she saw them, her mind feeling the familiarity of them, she didn't know how or why but just that it was. 

When she got to her room she opened her trunk, unpacking the measly clothes she was allowed to bring, her camera, film, sketching items, she would have brought her whole room if she could. She spent the night staring at the ceiling listening to music and singing quietly next to the picture of her siblings, it was the only picture of her family that she had brought to this prison she had no choice in being in. She had slept through breakfast and since she wasn't able to go out and wander she sat in her room drawing random people, things, and creatures before putting on a pair of grey leggings and an oversized black scoop neck sweater along with a pair of keds. Elena walked out of her room with her sketchbook and a pencil in hand before making her way to the cafeteria. 

She got her tray and nibbled on her food carefully all the while sketching those around her, the nurses, the doctors, the lunch servers, everyone. She waited to see who else had the same lunch time as her, to see who they allowed around each other. She found herself randomly sketching the stages of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly as she continued to eat and observe.