She had been dragged there against her will.
They didn't believe her. They couldn't hear the voices, but they were there, every day, whispering on her ear, haunting her mind with doubt and sorrow. Just because her parents couldn't hear them didn't mean they weren't there. Why couldn't they just believe her? Why had they started to look at her like she was a monster?
She didn't want to leave home. She had begged and begged Mom, Mom, please! and Daddy, Daddy, don't let them take me! but it seemed like her pleas had been left unanswered. She was taken to WICKED Asylum and away from her parents, but not from the voices.
She was introduced to her fellow inmates two days after, when she was finally given permission to leave her room. They called it recess, apparently, but there was no fun in being stuck in a room with about twenty boys staring at you and leaving you extremely uncomfortable. She was the only girl there, or so it seemed, and that made her feel uneasy.
She ended up sitting on a corner, her eyes facing the floor, her hands clenched into fists. You're okay, Teresa, you're okay. You're okay, Teresa, you're okay. You're okay, Teresa, you're okay.