I feel more and more disconnected from this world each passing day...

Mum took me... Somewhere. I don't know where I am

It's all white, I can't see anything. They prod and shock me, expecting some kind of response, some kind of answer.

What do they want from me?

Broccoli isn't here anymore.

They took them, I haven't seen them ever since.

They said that if I behave I can get something good, but no matter what, they never bring them back.

I want to disappear...

They keep coming and hurting me.

They keep writing stuff about me.

Please... Stop...

I need to get out of here.

The memory of them is too painful.

I also can't go back to that house.

I will make my own home.

No one can hurt again. Everything will be Ideal.

Everything will be Ideal.