"They tried to put me to sleep when I first got here, but that didn't really work. I just drew in my sleep... I do it most nights." Abby frowned at the mocking and looked away. She was a little used to being mocked, after all when she first arrived at Limbo she was prone to breaking into tears at the drop of a hat. "I don't do it for that." She grumbled. Over seven years of violent horrible pictures, being told they were created from her own mind and that she was mentally ill. Then to find out that all the death and pain she'd drawn was actually real people? Being able to give the stuff to someone who might be able to figure out who and what and maybe save a life sort of made up for all those she'd foreseen and (in her mind) let die.
"They also tried to take away my journal and pencils, but then I just used salt and sugar or whatever I could find." Including her own blood- they gave her back a pencil real quick that time. "But I wouldn't call it exciting... nightmare fuel maybe."