Esme always hated the feeling of being alone. Isolation had its way; it was a befriending companion. But now she was used to it; her imprisonment allowed for her own isolation to sneak up on her. Over time, she let it; it was her only company alongside her thoughts. It was all she had left, the constant running voices in her head- that replayed like a broken stereo, unforgiving of all she had brought upon herself. Her brain was damaged.