No one dared pass the line. The invisible line. The one that separated her from the rest of the world.
The one-way glass, the thick concrete slabs, triple locked steel doors, chains, straight jacket, cushioned walls and the most advanced cameras watching her every move.
But even it wasn't enough. It never would be. The employees of the institute would never get a wink of sleep knowing she was still alive.
The various chains shackling her to the same spot she had been strapped to five years ago. Where the straight jacket bonded her hands securely behind her back. Her head facing the ground and the mussel firmly tightened to her face. Forced on her knees, her legs bound to the floor.
It was said if you ever passed her territory, made her mad or merely glanced at her she could bring a wrath worse that anything imaginable. She could make the worlds strongest man fall to his knees beginning for mercy. Make you delusional, see things that have forced people to take their own live the terror was so unbearable.
All this without evening moving.
Not a sound.
Not a twitch.
Just her mind.
A mind that could send you to a place worse than hell itself.
She was always...Different. It wasn't as noticeable when see was a young child, she just acted odd. Not like the other children, playing in the park, swinging on swings, laughing, smiling, being normal.
There was an air around her. Something that sent chills down your spine and goosebumps rise on your skin.
Through out our lives we are told to be different. Not to follow the crowd and to make a change in the world.
We're told to be different.
She was different.
But not in a good way.
And for all eternity she would stay, strapped to the floor of a cell, of a mad house. Never to move, not while she still lived.
Or so they thought.