Reeka ambled down the long dark corridors. Her eyes felt drawn to the back of its socket. She felt particularly dead this morning.
A woman in her thirties pulled at her hair and was smiling like the pain which could have bitten back hard at her scalp didn’t bother her.
A girl, scarcely older than she is, kept stamping her feet on the cold, disinfected tiles. She looked way beyond her young tiring years.
Reeka felt like she was the only sane person in the building. Even the nurses and attendants seemed like they were slowly beginning to loose it;