*song in media Amber sings to herself later on in the chapter**

Xavier POV

I left the room with a longing feeling. I knew that she was in the red sector for a reason let alone just the manor.

I continued down the hall until I reached a sign pointing right.

'Yellow sector'

I followed down the second hallway until I reached room 98.

I stood outside and took a deep breath, twisting the door handle cautiously.

As I stepped in I saw my nana reading 'ultraviolet' whilst sitting on the edge of her bed.

When she felt another presence in the room her head shot up.

Her lips slowly tugged up into a smile and she places her book down and pulled me into a hug and I embraced her frail body gently.

"How are you?" she asked in a rough voice.

"Fine," I told her. My heart starting to break at how bad she sounded.

She was diagnosed with dementia not long ago and was brought here after. It's gradually been getting worse ever since.

We spoke for almost 2 hours about pointless things (her forgetting some things might I add).

Then one topic she brought up caught me off guard.

"Sweetie," her scratched voice spoke. "There is someone here who I would like for you to befriend. Her name is Amber. She suffers from severe panic attacks and anxiety. Nothing else is known about her and that's why she was placed in the red sector. I walk past her room every time I go to the dining hall. She's always crying or singing and I think it would be good if someone could get through to her. Don't you?"

I sat there stunned by her words. My nana had just asked me to befriend the girl I stumbled upon earlier.

"Room 65?" I asked, checking that we were both talking about the same person.

"Yes. Please speak to her. Please try to get her to open up. It took the manor over 3 weeks just to get her name!"

My mind wandered off, confused as to why she told me her name straight off the bat.

Maybe she felt the same connection I did when our eyes met...

Amber POV

As soon as Xavier left, I suddenly felt lonely. I'm so used to the feeling I'm starting to become numb from it.

I soon found myself backing into the corner I was originally in. Why? Why was someone trying to speak to me? Why did I talk to him so freely and why did I feel comfortable around him?

The thoughts spinning around my mind were making me dizzy.

Talking to others has never been one of my strong points. People scare me. So why him? Why did it feel ok to tell him.

I shut people out for a reason. If they know my issues they will get involved and get hurt... because of me.

That's why I keep my distance.

*play song: my immortal - evanescence*

As I stared across at the the blank wall emotionlessly I began to lightly sing, "I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears..."

"And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave"

"'Cause your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone"

"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me...."

My voice drifted into oblivion as I felt myself becoming tired.

I picked myself up and dragged my legs to my bed. I turn to see supper still lying there, untouched.

I barely eat. Where I was kept, food was a luxury so my appetite has now very small.

As I lay in bed my mind wandered off into dreams, or should i say nightmares...