I felt the cold metal table beneath me. Where am I? Oh yeah. I must be in another morgue. Where did they put my clothes? Oh, I hope they didn't burn them. I looked around the room. I saw the different tools around the table as usual. The one that really caught my eye was the scalpel covered in blood. I looked down at my wrists. Great. They cut me again. Why do they always do that? Now it will take me at least a day to heal. I could see the trail of my dried blood on the metal table emptying into the drain at the end. Ah! There are my clothes! My clothes were sitting next to the furnace. They were probably preparing to burn them but didn't get around to it. I wondered how long I had been here already. It must not have been more than a day. I think I would have felt a lot more tired and stiff if it was. I grabbed my clothes and began dressing myself again. I looked nervously at the door. What if someone comes in? Shoot. If they catch me, I'm so dead.... Again. I started giggling. It echoed throughout the entire room. My hand brushed across my chest I tried buttoning my shirt back up. It was as cold as the winter snow. That is the one thing I can never get used to. I reached down to grab my black ribbon that I always had around my neck. I can't really remember why I wear it. I wish I did. It was the one thing that has never been burned out of all the times I have been brought to places such as this. However, in the past, my clothes had been burned and I had to find new ones. It's kind of hard to be subtle and find new clothes when you're wandering around the streets completely nude. I laced up my brown boots. It was so cold that I was very glad I had them even if they were a bit uncomfortable at times.

"What are you.... How are you even... I..." someone seemed to have noticed me.

It was a man. He slammed himself against the door pointing at me, finger shaking, didn't even seem to know proper language. I was used to it. I didn't expect to be caught.

"Gratias ago tibi domine! (Thank you, kind sir!) I apologize for the trouble I've caused you. Thank you for not burning my clothes though. It was a big help!" I smiled as I skipped past him.

Another man in the next room seemed to be praying but immediately screamed when he saw me skipping out of my previous place.

The morgue was such a dreary place. It was boring, dark, stinky, and too silent for my taste. You couldn't keep a good conversation going with anyone. I didn't understand why people were dying to get down here. It's not exciting.