Shane sat there, against the wall opposite the small bed. If she lay
with her hands against one wall her feet would touch the other. She had
been in this room for what seemed like years but in reality had been it
had been 10 days but she had been inside this building for years,
nearly 20 years to be exact.

Shane hated it in here, not so much this room, it was on of
the better places to be, no people, just her and her thoughts. Her
thoughts for the first few years had tortured her. She could not trust
them. It was them that got her in here in the first place. Now she
enjoyed the isolation, away from the glares of the other women. Away
from all the bullshit.

It was a slight yet enjoyable change in scenery, she had
learned to appreciate the little things over the last few years. Her
normal room -the 22 tiles, 8 half tiles, 4 quarter tiles- she truly did
know it better than the palm of her hand. It drove her insane.

“Insane” she thought and chuckled.