Insane love

This place

(Well Hi Its been sometime. But I am ready to write again. So a lot of people were very confused but this story is going to be weird and different. So... I was planing on Haveing each chapter be with new people. But people want to know what happen to the girl before so I am going to stay with her if that is cool. So enjoy.

Also chapters are very short.)

Well... this is all about my life here in this place. It's lonely and Dark. The people I see have masks and they take me to this room.Its white, with very bright lights. They have strange machinations, they make funny sounds. But then they put them to my head. As if looking into my thoughts. But it hurts really bad. All I feel is a buzz and shock. But the monitor has moving pictures. Of him.

But I fall Asleep. When I wake up they have bare... NO clothes. Its cold in the room they put there cold hands on my chest to feel heat rates and my breathing. They do many other tests to. Then finally they let me have my clothes and send me to the the padded cell. No- one ever says anything to me they nod at each other though. They push a small tray of food. I can't after the tests though. They make me want to cry. So I cry to sleep.

Why can't someone save me from here.

The one thing I like about the tests is I can see him in my dreams. Sam is perfect. He can save me from anything. Well almost anything, Not this place. I wonder sometimes if he is real. If I have dreams of my past life or if he is only a part of the tests. I mean What if all the times are just in my head.

Or maybe they were real. I wonder all the time what really happened to me but I can't ever know for sure. In fact one time I tryed asking the people here, in the masks. But they never answer. I mean all I can do is wonder.

Another thing is I have no clue what I look like. There are no mirrors here.

All I have figured out is that I have brown hair that is short. As for my face all I can do is feel it. Though my hands are bruised and always cut up along with my feet. Heck I think I know more about Sam than I do about myself.

I guess I also wonder why I am here. Am I mental or insane. Do I have problems or disorders. Did I develop these problems over time, or was I born with them. I mean why am I here.