The story so far:
The wall didn't move as she stared at it, it just glared back at her with its dirty white sheen. It didn't dance with tears in her eyes as it had when she first entered this twilight zone. She was out of tears now; she had no more to shed. Everything had built up, and now she just wanted out.
"Joe, it's time for lunch."
Startled, the girl looked to the doorway. One of the nurses was standing there, her eyes looking tired and forlorn. For a brief moment, a subconcious thought electrified her mind; who is Joe? but it was gone as soon as it came, for she knew the answer. She was Joe. Even if she didn't know where she was going in life, she could not lose the one thing that made her the same as everyone else: a name. She was Joesphine, the smae name of her great grandmother, but everyone just called her Joe.
"Joe, is everything alright?"
The nurse tilted her head, noting the look of confusion on her face. Amnesia was a side effect of some of the medications they were trying on the girl, after all...
But Joe smiled sweetly and nodded, not actually responding in words just yet, but giving the worried clinician a response. She moved to get out of her bed, and the clinician moved on to the next room, leaving Joe to her thoughts again. She paused in her getting up, remembering the former times she had been in the hospital. She had pigged out on everything. There was nothing that had been safe from being sheered by her teeth. It was a response to stress, which at least seemed to be lessened here. She just needed to find a way to trick them into letting her out.
Still deep in thought, she scrambled out of her bed and trudged out toward the area where they took their meals.