I’ve lost count of the last time i got to see my home and my bed. I felt empty inside as if something was missing from me and i couldn’t find it. I felt alone no matter who was with me. I felt sick even tho i was perfectly healthy. I felt dead yet i was very much alive to the human eye. Everyday i’d wake up to look in the mirror and see a body that looked like mine but didn’t feel the same as mine did once before. I used to feel alive, full, happy, and never alone till i came here. As i kept looking at myself i thought “Maybe i am dead but not fully.” then roll call happened and i had to rush to stand up. The only good thing was that i got to see my brother and mother every morning. My brother nor did my mother looked as the people i once knew. I wondered if my father was safe or not. I lived everyday the same and nothing changed. By every passing day i felt more empty then the day before. I could tell that there were less and less people everyday as i looked around. The only hope that kept me alive was seeing my brother and mother. If i lost one of them i might as well be dead. They are the only living part to my life i have to this day. I miss Alice but she honestly probably forgot about me or hates me by now. Does she even know i’m here? Does she know i’m alive? Does she think i died? I tried to not think about the outside world much because all that did was hurt me. As i went to sleep i had an odd dream about my father. The dream showed him standing at the doorway of our old house with mother right next to him. Everything felt good and nice just the way it used to be then everything went black and i was alone in a room with no one to help me. I cried until no more tears were able to come out.
-Sofia
