A/N: Ahem. Yeah, I'm not dead! Whoo! This is another Gundam SEED story, because right now that seems to be the only thing I can write other than original fiction. Which is sad, very sad. I'm sorry. Aaaaanyway...updates on this may be sporadic (ha, like that's anything new, right?)because I'm really busy with homework after school. I'll try to make it interesting, and to update more (and quicker) than I do with my other story. I won't beg for reviews or anything, but it would certainly be wonderful to get some. Positive feedback/ constructive criticism is welcomed openly, because I'm most definitely NOT the greatest fanfic writer ever. Several other people on this site hold that title. :) Ah, I'm rambling. Enjoy the story; I won't say anything else.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or any of the characters. The story setting probably doesn't belong to me, either. How tragic.

July 26

It's late. I shouldn't be writing this. If they discover me...

There are rumors going around lately. I don't know if they're true or not. The others say that someone new is coming, someone who's never been in my position. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't know if I should be happy about this, either. Sure, it's another new friend, maybe, but how can they possibly understand me if they don't know what I've been through? I hope that whoever it is isn't like Jule. Oh, God, I hope...

Damn. Routine bed-check.

Okay. So, anyway. If the rumors aren't true (and they probably aren't, Elthman likes starting rumors just for a run) then it's just another lost game of hope and we don't get anybody.

But even if they are rumors, and not fact, they're a wish for me. I'm praying that they come true.

Ack. They're coming back around. Can't they ever leave us alone? It's not like the people in this ward would actually do anything. We're nothing like the others...not like the ones in Section 7 or 10.

Ergh. Writing in the dark is so hard, even with my...abilities. I'll bet my lines aren't even straight. That's so annoying, but I guess it doesn't matter. As long as I can write. If any of the other orderlies find out that I have this journal, it'll be taken away and I won't get it back. I shouldn't even have this. But, it gives me a way to pass the time. Great; one hour down, fifteen more to go, every single day. Ugh...

Mom, Dad...I miss you. I hope you're faring better than I am right now. It's so lonely here.

God, I hate this place.

And there you have it. The first chapter. I'm not telling whose POV it's from...you can guess that for yourselves and you'll find out eventually. Muahaha. If you couldn't tell already, or didn't get it from the description on my profile, then you'll find out where exactly all these people are at, too, in the next chapter. Heh...oh by the way, there aren't any specific "years" (i.e. C.E. 71, 73, etc.) because that whole bit is just confusing to me and I'd probably screw it up. So you get dates instead.

The title of this is a work-in-progress, also. If you like it, tell me. If not, tell me and then if you'd like to suggest an alternative, you're welcome to!