A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words

Prologue: Todd's Hell

5th April 2016

3:30 PM

I guess this is my first time writing in this, since it was my birthday yesterday, I turned 10.The man upstairs passed it through the door, I hate him, he brought me here, saying it was to help me. I want to run away but this place is like a prison, my room is locked tightly shut and I'd bet my life that this whole place is locked even more securely.

30th July 2016

2:45 PM

It's been a long time since I've written in this, I've started to get used to this place, I can now roam around the facility freely. The days pass by like a blur; I'm stuck in this place like a lab rat. The camera is watching my every move. I know who is behind the screen, some days he visits me, at times he even gives me gifts. He told me his name, he said it was Bill. I remember that the last thing I was given was a small clockwork mouse to play around with. I used to run around and try to catch it as it scurries away, it was fun to watch at first but now it just reminds me of how small I am and that if I try to run away I will always be found and caught and this would all happen again.

31st July 2016

9:00 AM

When I woke up there was a painting on the wall, it was very strange, maybe Bill hung it up. Looking at it brought back memories of my childhood, the intricate brushstrokes outlining my past before my parents died, before I had burned the house to cinders. My memories are my hell, more than just trapping me in the facility, now my head is my prison. I wonder how Bill would react if I told him about my parents, the abuse I had to live through, I wasn't the problem, my parents were. So they had to DIE.

7th August 2016

10:00 PM

I don't know if I'm really crazy or not but there was someone in my room when I woke up, I saw their silhouette outlining their movements as they slowly moved around. I kept only my eyes above the covers of my bed, waiting 'til they adjusted to the darkness, the only source of light a small sliver underneath the door. Hoping to not make a noise, I slowly pulled the sheet off me, it must have heard because it vanished as soon as the covers were below my chin.