There is this little place far from everything that she calls home. The walls are painted white and inside she's got everything she loves.
The floor is always clean and the sheets are always fresh. The place is a prison, the place is a cage. She sits there and lives inside her head.
The voices inside her head are the only company she's got; they say the prettiest and most horrible things she ever heard. Those voices are the only ones who in fact know her, how rotten and sad she really is.
When she is really upset, she sits in a corner and looks around, nothing can hurt her inside these walls, that calms her and make her warm inside.