The mental state of the people here weren't good. I couldn't understand why we weren't like the others?
Like the people working here. I got put into my 'room'. It was tiny and it scared me, I hated this room. It made me think about when I just came here.
I remember how scared I was at first, getting locked into here, in the middle of the night. Seeing shadows crawl along the walls and over the floor. I had been so, so scared.
But I don't belong here, no. I shouldn't be here, he didn't want me to. He wanted me dead. I should be sitting at home, with my mom and dad. Why is it like this?
I had seen him in my thoughts before, he had been sitting far away from me. He hadn't looked at me but he had been reading a book, covered in something. It hadn't been blood but something else.
I sat in that room for 6 hours before someone unlocked the door and walked in. I didn't look up at him as he then took a grip around me and walked with me out of there. I didn't care if they were to kill me or not, I had simply lost my will to live by being here this long.