My name is Sky, not really but thats what I go by. My parents names me Elizabeth Skylar Prescott. So let's get this straight - Elizabeth is weak, shy, and submissive, she's whereas an easy target for the nurses. Sky is strong, bold, devilish, dark, and dominant, she rules this body now.

Not to mention she likes watching people get revenge, causing people lr seeing people in pain just is pleasureable to her in more ways than one. So I've practically grown up in the asylum - I was dropped off when I was six years old and now I'm twenty one.

I see ghosts, I can speak with them, I can feel them. I can see how, when, and where someone will sure by merely touching them. I cut, a lot. On my left forearm I have cut, 'do you see what I see?' and my right arm is full of random cuts in different directions.

I have ice blue eyes and brunette shoulder length hair. I stand about five feet four inches and weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds. I'm slender with curves in the right places to drive men crazy. I was tired of this, being thrown into a cold dark room with no bed for hours, days, or weeks because I defended myself against one of the male nurses advances yet again.

Were they still too stupid to see the abuse they put us through when it wasn't our fault we were like this? I thought I was perfectly normal, I mean, sure...I saw, felt, and spoke with dead people, with spirits. I had different sides to me, and I could see how, when, and where someone would die just by touching them.

The staff hated me because I found it fun to taunt them, they were scared of me because of what I did to myself. In my left arm, I cut into my skin along my wrist and forearm 'Do you see what I see?' and my right arm was full of random cuts in different directions.

I would cut with whatever I found that I could cut into my skin with. As the metal door opened, I dropped my head, allowing my brunette shoulder length hair to fall into my eyes as to shield them from the sudden light coming in through the doorway. "Lets go, I'm sure you learned your lesson this time, Elizabeth." The male doctor muttered, somewhat uninterested as he said my first name causing me to glare coldly at him.

"My name isn't Elizabeth! Its Sky god damnit! Elizabeth is weak - I'm in control fuck head!" I snapped as I walked pasted him after getting to my feet. My mind was racing with the sudden contact from new spirits, telling me what happened to them and who did it. I would take care of them later, right now I merely wanted revenge on the male nurse who tried raping me this time.

And I felt that my revenge would come, though I may not be the one to beat him and make him bleed out. I slowly began down the hall, the opposite way the nurse who had released me was. The stupid newbie had no idea what he was doing, more focused on his clipboard.

Crow did not like mirrors and tape recorders because they distorted things, ripped the picture from the frame. People kept trying to tell him that he was a photographer at one time, and even that he was one of those cheery folk that would always point out some sort of silver lining. But that just didn't click with the him that he knew. After his rebirth everything just started clicking together like never before. He could finally see past his wife's thinly veiled lies and realize that she'd a lover. That look of general disdain from his children had finally worn out his patience-- I mean honestly what do children know about real adversity?

So because Crow avoided mirrors whenever he used the bathroom he often has to solicit the services of others when he dirties his face. The reflection Crow seeks is the one he sees when he's being cleaned off: the reflection of fear. The first lesson Crow remembers is that of consequence over appearance always. And to him the resulting emotion of fear is the only image Crow needs of his appearance, anything else is a paltry distortion. It occurs to him while he is finishing off his duties in the bathroom, that the gentle flow of this logic is what allowed him peace of mind these past few years.

After exiting the bathroom he wanted to play chess with Ted in the commons area but he spotted a new girl. He saw her confrontation with the infamous man-who-could-not, the could not referring to his inability to keep it in his pants. Most people realize soon enough however, that that his wife work the reception desk downstairs, and that she's one of the friendlies. With the advantage of this information Crow decided to help bring the newcomer into the fold.

" Hey, Sky. My name is Crow. You know, that crazy vindictive bird. I may not be that nice, but if someone needs a stabbing, I'm your man." Crow didn't smile while saying this, because he need to, Crow never bluffed.

I watched the man in front of me carefully before I slowly glanced over my shoulder in the direction the male nurse had gone before my ice blue eyes landed back on the patient in front of me, running my eyes over him carefully as he spoke. He mind began to wander as I thought about his words, was he saying I wasn't able to handle myself? It wouldn't be hard to believe with my build, I really stood no chance against a man in a fight unless I managed to get a hold of some sort of weapon whether it be a shard of glass, a piece of wood or even metal. But I truly stood no chance against any of the male nurses if they took me by surprise or in solitary confinement like they seemed to like to do, but I knew all too well that no one just offered to help someone else out of the kindness of their heart - especially in this place!

I cocked my head to the side, carefully watching him a moment. "And why would you do that? What exactly would you want in return for that?" I asked softly, studying him carefully once more. Why would another patient go out of their way to offer me of all people help? After all, most of the other patients stayed far away from me for fear of my telling them their death. And that suited me just fine, they could keep their distance from me all they wanted - it didn't bother me in the slightest bit whatsoever. But this was definitely out of the ordinary in any case, especially the fact I knew nothing about this man that stood in front of me. But the thought of the nurse dying made me smile slightly, that would be one less thorn in my side that I had to worry about until the next nurse came along.

Well, maybe if the price is right it won't hurt now will it. I thought to myself as I kept my eyes on him, not trusting him very much do to his size compared to my own. "It would be nice to have one less thorn in my side, yet whats in it for you? Why exactly would you want to help me when you know nothing about me?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder once more to make sure the nurse wasn't coming up behind me. I was curious about this man and why he was interested in helping me, did he want to just kill the nurse for the fun of it? Or was there something else behind his reasoning? I slowly looked up at him, meeting his eyes. There was no emotion, no smile, nothing. But the spirits were warning of his dark past, that he was nothing but trouble. Yet, I liked people with a dark and twisted past.

Crow could tell immediately that she had misunderstood his intention, he knew far too well the power of frenzied mania. It was this force and not some horrible idea of love that now kept him going. Like him she could probably swing with the best of them when her blood goes running, but something about that man just makes him scream inside--probably some bad juju picked up from the dead Robin. Unlike that pitiful Robin, Crow would not live through life with that digging feeling and never doing anything about it. To be honest his motivation for doing this had nothing to do with the girl and only to do with him, yet Crow thought she might turn into an interesting plaything.

Crow began, " first of all my why does not matter. People are not interested in motives, only consequences. For me, I could know you for a thousand years and I still wouldn't trust you anymore than I do now. That is how people are. On and off. On and off," Crow said while waving his finger in the air. He thought about the rumors then, about how she could see the dead and see a person's death. To Crow this was no problem, because for him death is merely a stage of rebirth, and if someone tells him that he will die soon, that just means that something new and exciting is ready to take his place. Ghosts are merely fragments remaining here to fulfill an unresolved wish, something that the man called Crow will never have.

He continued, " this place is dangerous enough as is. So the way I understand people is by pushing and by being pushed. It's nothing unfair in the slightest, just a way to position ourselves as equals. My problem is, that unlike most people I can't look at mirrors, don't ask why that doesn't matter. What you must do is wipe any crumbs or stains off my face and rearrange my hair to your like. Again, you must not questions about why I ask this of you because only consequences matter. If you have stray comments, follow me to the bathroom, I'll leave the door open".