Wilford's PoV

I was slipping, I could already tell.  This place was eating at me like no place before.  I couldn't even remember Abe. Where did I know that name? That face, how could I have forgotten that face? I sat down on my bed , it was never comfortable.  I used to sleep on the floor, but they believed it was something wrong with my meds.They started giving me stronger things. For the first few months I cheeked everything, but now they no longer trust me. I rubbed my hands over the cover of my new notebook, a birthday present.

I looked at the picture frame under my bed, a Christmas peasant from.....from...... Damien. There used to be a picture in it, but they took it away when I supposedly attacked a nurse.  He had i coming, he was trying to eat my cupcake.

Oh I could kill for one of my mother's cupcakes. The taste had left my memory, but they had to be better passed for sweets here.  Just one more year, or was it less? Probably more. I couldn't remember.  I opened the notebook and started writing down everything I remembered about Abe, Damien, Celine, my mom, and Ivy.

I didn't realize I was laughing til I had that cupcake thief slamming his hand on the bars. "Shut it Smiley".

I let out another giggle just to get under his skin.  I looked at my work, it was perfect.

It was sad he would never see it.  I put the book down.  When I spelt I dreamed of stuffed fox that was in my bedroom, the name forgotten.  Maybe it was a connection to something, I didn't care too much to think about it.  My brain was already so strained as it was.  Maybe it was because I didn't eat much, or the meds were eating at more of my brain.  I just couldn't wait to get out.  I wanted to go home.