I could see her through the glass doors, sitting there, alone, pretending not to be alone. It only made sense though, because she was not alone. There were other people; I was there. I did not understand why she was all alone outside. I have only ever seen her on the outside looking in. She never came into this place. It was like she wanted to come in. She never talked back when I tried to make conversation. She never blinked, as if she was a doll with glass eyes. She was so sad and alone; she needed me to help her be happy. I wanted to help her be happy.

I always asked the nurses to help her, but they always told me that no one was there. They like to tell me that I have an overactive imagination, like a child.

Why would she disappear on me? Did she not want me to help her? Was she looking for someone else? Was she scared of the nurses? I thought.

My favorite nurse, Susan, would always tell me that she was my guardian angel looking out for me. She always tried to help me; she always believed me. I would tell her the girl was there again, and she would go outside and walk around the building to see if she was there, but she never was.

I really thought she wanted my help. I really wanted to help her, like Susan helped me. I thought to myself.

Whenever we go to the creative room, I always would look outside the window and she would be standing there, waiting for me. She would copy me whenever I moved.

Is she mocking me? Does she think I look funny whenever I have an attack? I wondered.

I tried to talk to her and she would open her mouth, but no sound ever came out.

Maybe I cannot hear her? Maybe she is answering, but the glass is too thick to hear through? Has she heard anything that I have said? I thought to myself, worried.

I started to have a panic attack. Three nurses came in to calm me down, and one gave me a shot. Whenever I get the shot I always feel so calm. Lately though, the shots have not affected me. They took me to my room and I did not fall asleep from the shot like I did when I first got here. I rolled over on my right side and closed my eyes anyway.

I could not sleep. I lied there wide awake, as if I had had a double shot of espresso, thinking about this girl.

Oh my god, I thought to myself, she is wearing the same outfit as me. She is wearing the same outfit as all of us in here. Maybe she escaped this place. Maybe she is trying to help me escape!

I shot up out of bed in excitement.

Someone is finally going to help me get out of here, I thought.

I walked out of my room and straight to the window. It was dark outside now; I really did not think that much time went by while I was laying down. I raised the curtain and I saw the girl's dark lonely eyes staring back at me.

"How are you going to help me get out of this place?" I whispered to her excitingly.

She just looked at me, mouth moving as I talked, but again, no sound.

Maybe if I just open the window I could hear her better.