Ever since daddy passed away, my life has been nothing but hell. My stepmother is a complete bitch, and my slutty sister? Well that's a whole different story. I'm bullied at school, and basically everywhere I go I get the "there goes the freak" kind of stare. That's exactly what I am. A freak. But that's okay, I still have daddy. He's there whenever I need him. I talk to him, he talks to me. They tell me he's dead, I tell them they're assholes. But out of nowhere, these crazy people steal me away from my home and throw me into an insane asylum. I have no idea why I'm here. There's nothing wrong with me is there? Those pesky nurses abuse us and Doctor Clarkson... well he'll kill us if we try to escape. They say I'm in here because I'm delusional or that I'm imagining that my father is still alive. That's because he is, he's standing right behind you.