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.