January 24, 9:30.

I un-crumple the piece of paper that I left on the floor last night. I swear, the piece of paper I had, was tan, this ones white. Oh well, maybe it the lighting. I open it and start to read.

Hello, this letter is from Clark Mill. I don't know if you noticed, but, I was at that meeting yesterday, you know? The one for new people? Anyways, here's the thing, I'm pregnant, Adam, made pregnant. Just like you, he made you pregnant too. Or maybe Lee did. I don't know. Well, I want to escape, with you, and Emily. I want my life back, and I think you want the same. I want to escape. Can you help me? If so, come to the P.A. Room on the fifth floor. At 9:45.

Oh, it's 9:40! I have five minutes to get ready and I'm a mess. I guess that's because no one here bothered to feed or wash, or clothe me! I brush my hair with my fingers, but it still looks like a panda stomped all over it. I walk over to the door and open it. It's open. Wait, it's open! I walk out but then a guard walks up to me.

"What are you doing outside of your room?" He says.

"Oh........I just......wanted some....clothes. These ones are getting dirty." I say. Well, If I can't tell them about Clark, then I can at least tell them about my clothes.

"You haven't gotten any yet? Not even food? Not even a chance to go to the bathroom?" He asks.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't gotten any of those things." I say.

"Oh, you haven't, well, come with me then. To the lobby." He says.

"Excuse me? Sir?" I ask.

"Yes?" He asks.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"It's A.Sap." A.Sap says.

Without any instructions, withouts any words, we both take the elevator down to the lobby. We go to the front desk and A.Sap starts talking.

"Patient Z-999 does not have any clothing, she has not gone to the bathroom since her arrival, and she has not eaten anything either." He says.

"Well, what floor is she on?" The person at the desk asks.

"Floor 5." A.Sap says.

"Well, in case she doesn't know, her regular feeding times will be 8:30 and 8:30. So, she missed her first. But it should still be in her room, at 10:00 and 10:00. And if she wants new clothes, she can have one new outfit once every two weeks. So, if she wants it now, she can have it, but she'll have to wait another two weeks for another." The person at the desks says.

"Okay thanks. "A.Sap says.

We walk back up to my room and when I walk in I notice a small bowl of plain rice, and a even smaller glass of apple juice. There is a big spoon in the small bowl of rice. Just as A.Sap closes the door I grab the big spoon and put it beside the door, the door closes, but not all the way. I can get out of this room now. I don't bother with the rice, but I take a sip of my apple juice. And shove the door open.

January 24th, 10:15.

It took about thirty minutes of exploring for me to finally find the P.A room, I walk into it, it's a huge metal grow room, a chair in the middle, and lots of dangerous weapons, whips, knifes, guns, even alive wires. This is a torture room.

"Alexa? Finally! Where were you?" Clark asks.

"I was on my way here when the guards caught me." I say.

"They didn't torture you? Not even a little?" Clark asks.

"No, why?" I say.

"Because, if they get you, if you make one slip up, and they get you, you will regret it." She says.

Clark pulls up her shirt exposing her stomach. There is a huge scar on her, it is still bruised too.

"What did they do to you?" I ask.

"I'm glad you asked Alexa. Her, in this mental hospital, if you do something, anything, that they're not happy with, they torture you, like they did to me. They shot me. Said if I wanted to live I would have to get the bullet out myself, I did, but almost killed myself in the process." Clark says.

"That's horrible." I say.

"Totally. So, you see how important it is that we need to escape." Clark says.

"Yes. I do now." I say.

Knock knock knock. Someone's coming in.