Dear Diary

What day is it…? Oh well hi there I have recently been allowed the wonderful privilege to write, with my resent behavior being acceptable to the men in white. This as you can hopefully see this is my diary oh where to start…, oh I know! How about how I ended up in this place? Yes that works right… yep ok! For starters my name is Luna H. Watson.

I am stuck here because a resent fire may have taken place at a hellish house I used to reside in… I mean I didn't mean too, I think trying to think is making me dizzy, but I remember the lights and sirens feeling, the cold metal on my head as the gun I held was wrestled from my hands. Hearing, the loud Crack of my own skull hitting the hard pavement. Feeling, my face scrape against sharp asphalt. Then a sting, in my arm and everything going black.

I woke up in a small room, where I was told I must stay here, eat this, and drink that. You know? Well you probably don't but I was somewhere along the lines deemed criminally insane. So that probably explains a lot so one with the "show." Well how was I supposed to know the people really don't like it when you don't follow these rules… well I sort of learned that the hard way?

The people here are very strong and can be scary. Especially when they hold you down and forcefully inject a strange medication in to your veins also they hate it when you take off that uncomfortable jacket, I wonder if my father is still in Afghanistan I miss him one day he will come get me I hope…. Then I will have someone who actually loves me… just like mum… if only she was still alive then maybe I wouldn't be here.

I have been here for I don't even know how long, but one day I will get out and be able to play with daddy again! Unless he's dead….. What who said that? Oh it's just that rude voice in my head… sadly a small part of me is starting to believe him…

Ok I will ignore all that how about I describe myself, I have short, light sandy blonde hair like my dad, and my bangs are always in my eyes but I don't mind.

My skin is pretty fair but I am never outside so that explains that. My eyes are a dark emerald shade of green just like my mothers, and I am not very tall. I am also quite skilled in handling firearms and knifes well I used to at least. I know daddy loved me but I think he might have wanted a boy secretly but I don't mind, if only he would come and get me out of here I will be whatever he wants just take me away from here please!... Never mind he's probably dead by now any way….

Wow my diary sure is everywhere but I guess it describes me well enough I guess but Dad if you will ever get the chance to read this please forgive me and please let us be a family again…. I miss you and love you hurry and take me away from here please

Sincerely,

Lulu….