I've been in the same room ever since I can remember the same walls, same darkness, and the same silence. To me it's a like a black hole, dark and I am unable to escape. Rick has always told me that the world is a large and terrible place, that I would never like it. But how can I not like it if I haven't been able to try it? All I know is that in this room could not be any worse than the world. Sometimes when I do become sick of staying in this room all day, I ask Rick if I will ever be able to leave, but then he becomes bitter and sends me to bed if I am lucky.
I know very little about myself, I only know my age because on my birthday he gives me new pencils and paper, in a few days I will be turning 19. I don't know my real name, but he calls me honey or sweetie, and those are not real names. I live in the United States somewhere because I can see an American flag out the frost covered window.
Recently I have realized that I might stay my whole life in this place if I don't escape now. I don't have much of a plan but I think if I get something sharp from the kitchen to unlock the door, I will be able to escape. I am going to do it when he goes to work, about thirty minutes after he leaves in the morning. I'm going to tell him that I can do the dishes then slip a knife
into my pocket.
