Thanks for Listening [Wattys2016]

January 11, 2015 3:45

~song for this chapter: Breath Me by SIA~

Dear Boring thing I really don't want to write in,

It has been a year since my accident. The people here say I have to write in you once a day, everyday till I'm out. They say it will calm me, but I don't think it will. How could writing about my horrible day make me feel better?

My main care taker, or Watcher, said it is good for me to write down how I feel so I have it out of mine system, but you don't have to tell anybody. She also said she would check this journal every week to make sure I don't right down any plans. So much for privacy.

Now I have to "introduce" myself to you.

My name is Annabeth. I'm 18 and I have nothing to live for. I've been in here for a three months now. I've apparently done something that is crazy to what we call society but not good enough to be put in jail. So I've been put in a bird cage.

Where is here you ask. I can't tell you where here is just yet. I'm not allowed. I'll have to soon though, after a month or two. So I think I'll just call it the bird cage for now. A metal rusted bird cage.

I hope I'm not in here for to much longer. Everyone that is in here says I'll be in here for two years minimum. No one likes me here. I can already tell. Even though I'm among people like me, I still can't fit in. I'm hated everywhere I go.
I'm somehow still the odd bird out. Maybe it's because I'm really not suppose to be here. I'm the innocent dove in a room of ravens.
That is the reason I did what I did. This is the reason I'm here. Or at least one of the reasons.

People think I'm mentally unstable, but I'm not. I'm just a quiet person that just broke. The test say I'm fine, but I guess that doesn't mean anything when you have done what I've apparently done.

We'll I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow.

Thanks for listening,

Annabeth