She sat on the bed like a statue as she gazed deeply at the white wall before her.
Her black eyes were empty and filled with pain. She couldn't even cry anymore because she felt there was no need for it.
The room was painted white but it felt dark to Pamela.
The feeling of being alone was just so painful but here she was, acting calm.
However, internally, she had began to bottle up every emotion in order not to feel a thing. She was tired of everything and everyone.
They had injected her several times and she had already lost count of it. They didn't listen to her pleas, rather they dragged her back to her bed and drugged her whenever she screamed.
It was frustrating and frightening but now she was already used to it.
She couldn't speak or scream anymore, she didn't even feel the need to talk to anyone.
While in thought, she heard the sound of footsteps before they finally stopped in front of the room they had confined her in.