Since the darkness came it was so hard to tell who was in control. Running out of medication hadn't helped either. Mary didn't know when or even if she was blacking out or losing time because it was always so dark and it was always the same. When the cells opened she stayed in hers and just curled up and laid there and hoped that the girls wouldn't want to come out in the chaos and fear that followed. They had to be controlled, that was the point, and Mary hated it here but at least they'd given her a steady supply of the pills she needed to stay herself (even if she'd never really been sure of who that was, at least it was only her in control). There'd even been talk about full rehabilitation, transfer to another facility, reintroduction into the world. All of that was before the monsters and the breakouts and the darkness, before she'd run out of pills.
Mary was only sure of one occasion that the girls- the worst one- had taken over because she woke up covered in blood that wasn't her own and had to drag a body out of her cell so that she could be safe again. She'd been alone with the girls ever since and sometimes she heard crying or whimpering or shrieks but no one else bothered her and soon she, too, thought that everyone who wasn't gone was dead- until today. Today she heard voices, an actual conversation, and then the light was there, bright and painful. She gave a choked scream and covered her eyes and listened for more voices, wondering what all of this meant.