GOODNIGHT, MY LOVE. Eryn walked into the room where several others were. She did not notice the fact that they were all at ease, relaxed. Completly crazy. But that was hidden. Eryn walked in and sat down, gracefully. "Hi, mommmm." She rolled her M's as if she was dancing on her words, her eyes twinkling. "Hi, honey... how are you?" "Mommmm, I'mmm sooo wonderfull..." her voice in heaven. Surprised, her mother's hopes raised. "Oh, honey... I'm so happy. How is it here? Are you happy? I miss you so much, darling." Never has her mother been so proud of her as she sat in an asylum. "Mommmm... if you only knew. I'm sooo happy...." She slurred her words. Her mother too stupid to realize drugs were forced into her by the administration. Eryn began speaking sluggishly again "But can you bring me those notebooks I had in my room? I looooove to write, mommm." "Of course. So you don't want to leave yet?" For a second, this struck a nerve in Eryn's brain. It was a question she was waiting for. Her mind yelled "YES. TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE. MOMMY I WANT MY LIFE BACK I WANT.." But her brain was taken over, manipulated. "No, mom. I want to stay." And smiled, not knowing exactly what she was saying.