Blare sits in the small room filled with bright white cushioned walls. Her greasy hair pulled to the side and her eyes smudged from the sleepless nights.

She hums her favorite song over and over again like a broken record. Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down...

Her straight jacket temporarily hanging from her limbs to let her arms have the freedom to move. In the precious time that the straight jacket is removed, Blare does one thing.

Every single time, she does the same thing.

A nurse gives her some blank white paper and a couple of crayons they dulled so she wouldn't hurt herself with them. As usual, she begins drawing the same picture she always draws.

"What are you drawing today Blare?" The nurse asks in a sweet gentle voice as to not set off the girl in front of her.

"Harry and me." She smiles when she says his name. "You know we're married?" She tells the nurse with the biggest yet creepiest grin on her face.

"That's nice," The nurse responds. It is critical for the nurse not to agree with what Blare says or to deny it either. Blare is known to be one of the many patients who throws the biggest tantrums when someone says they aren't together.

Because really? Blare honestly thinks that Harry and her are together. Even if it is in some sick and twisted way, she loved Harry. Loves. Still.

He is her everything. She may not be his everything but to her, he is definitely her everything.

"Maybe you should draw something different today. Draw what you feel. How about it?" The nurse suggests. Blare looks up at her but simply shakes her head.

"No. I love Harry and Harry loves me. That is how I feel and that is what I draw." She says but then a look of horror and panic washes through her. "What, why!? Are you trying to steal him from me!? I will kick you then punch you and hurt you!" She yells and stands up, crushing the crayon beneath her fingers.

The nurse slyly reaches into her pocket for her sedating needle, just in case. "No Blare. I don't want to steal him from you. Calm down. Here," She hands her some pills. "Take your medicine." She orders.

Blare stares her down before accepting the pills and downing them in seconds. She goes back to drawing the picture of her and Harry and the nurse quietly leaves.

"Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies ashes ashes we all fall down." She whispers shakily. A creepy smile adorning her features. Then she keeps drawing pictures of her and Harry.

Her and Harry in the basement. Blare scarring Harry's body. Harry playing with Marvin. Her and Harry singing. Her and Harry holding hands. Her and Harry with Pussy. Her and Harry in a cell together...

And the whole time she has this creepy smile on her face. Then tears start trickling down. But the smile is still on her face. She makes the biggest smile she can possibly make, and the tears still fall down. The tears smudge the drawing she is working on and she stops drawing for a second. She looks at the paper, still crying, tears still smudging the marks, and just stares at it. For about a minute.

She doesn't say anything nor does she move. Her tears don't cease and soon enough her paper is enveloped in her tears. And she continues smiling. Then she slowly grabs the paper and hugs it to her chest tightly. The edges of the paper rip off but she doesn't care.

"I love you Harry and I know you love me too." She says and then she places it back down and continues drawing, singing, and daydreaming about her Harry. And crying.

Because her Harry isn't there with her. And will never be.