I awake, i hear other children. " Wake up isabella!" says leslie. I burst out of bed. "Leslie?!?!" I see the room lonely with emptiness. Right.... he's gone, right. I hope his..."foster family" treats him well. That's right, i know the secret. We are the food, we are the... supplement. I know he's dead. But i cant let that stop me. I stare, waiting for headmistress to awake us. I stroke my little bunny, amy, with love. Amy is the one thing that keeps me happy. Knowing the secret and all. I find it hard to find why we should live. Why we shall live to feed the stomachs of the monsters under the bed. Lurking. Watching. Of course i am against all of this. But i can't show it. For you see, i am going to be a mom. Plant three. I will indeed to do my job. Shipping off kids. But i do hope... things can change. That maybe in this lifetime we can go back to how things were. Of course i wouldn't know. I was born in 2009 before it happened. We were overruled. The government claimed they had everything under control but then, they came in waves. Waves of demons stealing our children, but for you see i was only a child. I have what they call. highly superior autobiographical memory or HSAM. I remember everything. Just, i put on a face, a face for leslie. Even as an elder i miss his laugh. His guitar song, strumming as i climb to the top of the trees. Now its not what you think, i did not love him in the way where i wanted to be his significant other. But he was my soulmate. I was meant to die old with him, as my bestest friend. But because of the system, that had to change. I don't even want to think about the fear he felt in the face of the monster that raides childrens beds.
I jump, head mistress wakes me. "Ohayo Isabella, rise and shine." Today's the day. My child will come into the messed up world and become food. Food for the monsters under the bed. I have chosen a name, Ray, light a ray of sunshine providing hope in this world. Ray, my little hope. I want him to provide hope, hope for this world. Head mistress walks me to the medical, I'm a bit nervous. But i will write again after....
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