I hate this life! Please, please, let me pot, let me go see the world outside.
You cannot leave this house. Just like you cannot leave me.
Why? Why can't I leave?
Because, you're different, you're strange.
How? How am I strange? Please tell me!
If you run into or are hugged by a boy, you will change from the girl you are, to the thing that is who you are.
But it's not fair! Why do I have to stay in this house? Why can't I go outside?
Because, I will not allow it.
What if I don't care? What if I go anyway?
You will be punished. I will make you suffer, suffer as I suffer.
I hate it here! I just want to leave! Why can't I go live with my family?
Even if you walked into there house and said "hello mom!" or "hello dad!" they would look at you and ask you what you were doing in there house.
What? Why? They're my family!
They didn't want you, when they found out who, what you were, they wanted they're memories erased, all they're memories of you are gone.
Why? Why did this happen? It's not true! You're lying!
Sometimes the truth can be cruel, you must learn to accept it.
No! No I won't! I don't believe you! You're lying!
Don't yell, my head hurts because of all of your whining.
Please, let me go, please, I'm begging you.
I have already told you, I will not allow you to leave this house.
This isn't a house! It's a prison!
Then if that's what you choose to call it, I will not allow you to leave this prison.
Why? Give me a good reason.
Because, my word is law…