I woke up today to the sound of screaming type three lunatics as per usual. Oh, and when I say 'sleep' I mean stare at the filthy ceiling I have stared at for years and probably will for a few years more until I die of boredom and confusion. Thing is, I just can't stop thinking about questions. Specific questions I must know the answers to. For example, why the hell am I here in the first place? I have been here, alone since the age of three. I had seen more in my first hour here than any other regular person in their entire life. They did tests on me. Tubes protruded from my every limb, making me look like an octopus with my eight legs, except they were plastic tubes with needles on the end, and sending a harmful substance coursing through my body. Ever since doctors have called me in sent me out and have also sent me round the bend. However, the knowledge of my past is limited, due to the many times I have fallen in and out of consciousness. But my thirst for knowledge is not quenched. I need to know everything about how I got here and my entire life leading up to now.
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Escape
Mystery / ThrillerCatherine Annabelle Deerie. That's what it says on my tag anyway. Presumably that's my name. Honestly I have no clue. All I know is I have one goal. To escape this concrete prison.
