You're back!

I wish I could see you.

I wish I could talk to you.

But my sending you letters is fine. It makes me feel less lonely.

Will you visit me? I don't know where I am but maybe you could find me. It's fine if you don't...

I don't know why I'm here. I don't remember doing anything bad.

I woke up one morning. I looked at my phone to see a text; 'Happy 18th Birthday!' it read. There was a knock at the door so I ran down the stairs to answer it. When I opened the door a bag was placed over my head and I passed out.

I woke up here, still in my pajama top and shorts. I'm still wearing them but they're dirty. I want to be clean again.

Do you have a name for me yet? Could you send me a letter and tell me? Could you tell me yours?

I got the usual grey sludge for breakfast, and lunch and dinner today.

Will I see you tomorrow?