Diary Entry #2:

Whip

Chain

Crackle.

"Its only an experiment"

"NO. STOP. PLEASE."

Hopefully eat.

sleep.

My daily routine since I was 6.

You can almost see my ribs, the way they feed me. If..they ever decide to feed me.

I can only hope they do. Not that the food they give me here tastes good... But it's the only way I can live.

I honestly don't even know if I want to live.

This place is a laboratory/insane asylum.

Wanna know why it's also an insane asylum? Well it's because what they do to people here affect how their behavior, and they're mental health so much, that they have to put them in chains or cells because they get so dangerous, that they're a danger to the other patients. Actually, rather than patients, the staff here like to call us..."experiments."

I feel that soon...very soon..i'm going to go insane and become one of the psychos in the asylum.

I hope that one day, I'll be able to get out of here. Escape or...they just get done with me and let me go. I heard once that they did actually let a girl go. Her name was Sarina, they decided to let her go after 15 years.

I'm 14. I'd have yo wait one more year. I can't wait that long. I want to go now. It's painful. Little miss Sarina got lucky though. I'm sure they only let patients go once in a blue moon.

they love torturing me anyways. I'm not bragging -never about that would i ever brag- but one of the doctors told me that the head scientist said that i was one of his favorite experiments in years. That I'm "fun" to play with.

That sociopath. He's nightmare fuel. But then again, so is my life. I'd like to rip out his throat any day.

Maybe if I escaped..I'd have a better life.

Like a normal girl.

A normal girl with a fucked up past.