My back rested on the cold dewy grass. The sky is pitch black, and the star shine bright. The moon slowly rises from the side. The trees grow tall around me and the wind blows through. I have never felt so connected. The woods, the darken sky, the bright star, the glowing moon. They call me.

I slowly sit up and look down at my watch. It's 8:57 pm. The rule is that all kids need to be in bed by nine. I pull myself from the grass. My back is wet, but I ignore the cold feeling I get when the wind contacts it.

I climb the fire escape of the building, and slowly open the window. Throwing my leg over and repeating it with my other. I enter into a society I don't belong in.

From a young age, I haven't really belong here. I watch as kids leave and come in. I never really been looked at. Maybe because my grades were poor. My hair is a rat's nest. My voice doesn't seem to show up most of the time.

I shut the window and Madam Devil enters the room. She holds a belt.

"Cassandra! What are you doing out of bed!?"

I mentally roll my eyes at her. This orphanage is a prison. If it wasn't against the law, I'm sure the devil here would put us into work labor. I mumble an excuse and walk to bed. I pull the covers over my head, and I hear the door slam.

I'm going to get punished in the morning. I'm already dreading sleep because in the morning my headaches attack me.

These headaches aren't the normal kind. The doctors said so. They believe something is wrong with my brain. Maybe that's why nobody wants me. I wouldn't want me.

I go into a dreamless sleep. Only seeing black and some lines of color being formed. It feels like five minutes before my light show is over. I quickly change out of my clothes and pull on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I pull my hair into a messy bun that doesn't look good. I walked down stairs to the third floor of this terrible building. I started to make patches of pancakes for the thirty kids who will race down here in a matter of seconds.

The earthquake happens. Kids feet pound the ground as the hustle down stairs for the pancakes. I grab my plate of food and make my way to the table.

Kids broke through the kitchen door and the fight begins. Younger kids start to push and shove to get their plates, and older kids grab some pancakes, spilling over the younger kids heads.

The hundreds of pancakes are gone in seconds, and a small girl enters the kitchen still half asleep. I have eaten two of my five pancakes. I'm going to have to give her the rest of mine. I walk over and her my plate and walk towards the direction of the head office.

I've been here my whole life really, and it's been not as bad as hell, but it has been. Always watching kids older and younger that you getting accepted into a lovely family. Wondering when you are going to experience love.

The nurses here try to give us that love, but it's not the same. I open the door, and I seat in my seat. Madam Devil sits behind her desk with a smile that matches her name.

"Cassandra," here we go,"I see that you never are in bed on time, and always sneaking out." I'm going to have to put you in room D1."

Hold up. D1 is a room with no windows. A room that people go in and come out differently. I see people go in there and never come back the same. That's how she breaks trouble makers.

I'm a trouble maker? I mean I get in trouble, but I don't call myself that. I mean there are bigger ones here than me.

For some reason, she picks on me. I guess I know the reason. I've been in her office many times and let's just say I pick up in things.

Her room is covered in pictures of her ex-boyfriends. At some point, she brings young girls in to do the talk, and usually ends up crying about how another women stole him.

"That's unfair! I just wanted to watch the stars!"

She starts to laugh. "Why? Is it because that the closest thing you have. It's thousands of light years away. It's is because you'll always be dust and we wish you could shine."

I stare at the ground. Is that why I do that? Is it because I know deep down that I'm always going to be alone?

My head starts to throb and I crumble to the ground. "My head! My head!" The doctors told me to say something that I indicates that it's happening. I wanted to say a cool code word, but with this pain it's hard to focus.

Laughter echoes off the walls of the room. Tripling the pain. That evil laugh belong to the devil.

I feel two hand place on my shoulder and she pushes me up and throws me down a laundry shoot.

My head still throbbing, but I can see a sign reads Room D1. I go to sit on my bed and it collapses.

Perfect. Just perfect. It's a dark and disgusting room with no windows and a very... um nice door with lots of pretty locks...

The ceiling was black for some awkward reason. Madam Devil is a crazy... I think I understand why all those older kids hated her when I was younger.

I sneezed and it echoed through the room. My breath multiple over time. I'm going to go crazy.

Is this how Madam Devil went crazy? She got locked in a room for days and ended up crazy.

What is she going to do to me down here?