The clocked chimed as it did every hour and Rosalind sighed. It was only 10 am but she felt as if she'd been there all day. She shouldn't have been surprised, she was used to the feeling.
Each day was as unproductive as the last. Droning on for hours with nothing but her subject to keep her interest. Her subject of course being a girl who did absolutely nothing all day.
Elizabeth Comstock was a 15 year old girl who, as far as Rosalind knew, had spent her entire life in isolation. Rosalind had first met the girl when she was just 6 years old.
And by met she meant she'd joined the project. Everyone had since left for better things, but Rosalind couldn't.
She had agreed to see the project through and she couldn't see the end coming anytime soon. Besides,she had a sort of attachment to the girl. She was unsure why though.
Elizabeth didn't speak, at least not to her.Maybe because there was no one for her to speak to, maybe because she didn't know how.
In the 9 years that Rosalind had been recording data on the girl, she'd been taught nothing essential that would help her live outside of the room.
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