Another sleepless night had passed and Emma felt as if she was going to collapse at any given moment. One'd think that, being a regular occurrence, the insomnia had decreased its affect on Emma over time. Well, might as well think again... She hadn't had a proper night's sleep in what seemed to be a small eternity (an actual time of two months) and she was not at her best disposition. She wanted to be left alone, desperately, and with all of the people watching over her, "making sure she was alright", she felt as if she was going to go crazy, well, crazier... She walked out of her...room, you might call it, and walked down the dim lit hallway. The curtains were pulled, which explained the lack of sunlight from outside. It was about noon and Emma decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to try and eat something, while she was out of her cell anyway.

She made her way to the cafeteria, not a place she enjoyed hanging in all that much but the only place where one could get...decent food around here. Once you've stayed here long enough, you learned not to be all that picky about what you ate, unless you wanted to stay hungry. Emma clicked her tongue ring against her front teeth as she walked in, noticing that there weren't as many people there as there usually were. She was...new, you could say, so no one sat at her table once she occupied it. It had its strong points, Emma had to say. She went over to the queue of inmates, awaiting their breakfast and glanced around curiously. Usually, the people around here were anything but ordinary. Once it was her turn, she decided on some sort of burger and a carton of milk and thanking the lunch lady in her usual bored manner, she went over to an empty table next to the window.

Glancing outside was the only thing, which made eating here a bit more pleasant. She smiled lightly at the sun, which seemed stuck high above the horizon and took a bite of her burger, while thinking about how other people her age were going to school at the moment and were, pretty much busy with their own lives. While she...well, at the moment, she couldn't say she had a life of her own. More so she was trying to piece together her old one. Emma was pleased that that dreaded voice had not bothered her yet this morning and she could have a little time of her mind being at peace. She took a sip out of her milk and sighed. When was it all going to end, so that she could walk out free? Not in the next few years, that was for sure...