I've always been here, you know. I don't know how I got here, and just the same I don't know how to get out. But I never came to the point where I would like to leave. I like it here... it is my home.
I was walking around the house, a two story house with an attic and basement, with the attic being where I spend most of my time at. But today I decided to just... roam for a change. As I went to the first floor, I came across a pink bedroom. I can't remember it much, but it comes to me as familiar. I've been living like this for a little while... I can't seem to remember much. Just somethings don't seem to matter now, to my brain and all. Memories are nothing to me now.
Sometimes I just sit and cry, balling my knees to my chest, but I do it without noise. I can't seem to make noises, lately... sometimes I wonder why but in an instant I don't care. I don't need to make noises. I'm alone and to myself... where did my family go?
What is family?...
