I never see anyone anymore.
I don't exactly want to see anyone here. Seeing anyone here is a bad enough sign already. I don't want to make it worse.
But if I could go home, of if someone could come to me, maybe even a complete stranger, I would be okay.
Just so long as it's not someone who wants to hurt me. That's why they can't be from here. They have to be someone else, they can't be with the GiW.
It's been six months and eighteen days since I last saw anyone but the hand that slides a tray of food through the doggy door attached to my cell door. I know because they gave me a marker and I've been keeping a tally above my bed of how many times I wake up, but it might not be very accurate because I got sick a while ago and I kept falling asleep. And sometimes I forget to count one because I'm too busy trying to talk to my pillow.
Sometimes I hear people talking, and I try to talk back, but they don't hear me and they ignore me.
One time they did talk back, but it wasn't a conversation.
"Hello?"
"Goodbye."
I like to talk to the door sometimes. I drew a face on it with the marker I'd named Drew.
I thought it was funny.
Sometimes I think I hear music. Maybe Ember is here too?
It's been so long since I saw her. I wonder if she's still dating Skulker? That was gross. I can't really see the two of them fitting well together.
Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like if I weren't here. It's one of my favorite things to do, actually.
I like to imagine that I graduate high school and go to college and get accepted to NASA and maybe marry someone. It's usually Sam, sometimes Valerie. Once it was Paulina and I didn't join NASA, I was a model. That one was weird.
I see things too.
I'll look over at a wall and I'll see my family, or Amity Park. Maybe the Ghost Zone.
Anything is better than these white walls.