I've been here a very long time now. Longer than any of the others I think. I can remember a lot of Christmas dinners, so that must mean I've been here a lot of years. Five or a hundred years. Something like that. Mum and Dad used to visit me a lot at the beginning, but I don't see much of them now.
The people here have told me that I may be allowed to go home some day, but it doesn't sound to me like they think it's going to be very soon. There's something extremely odd going on in this place. Nobody's allowed to leave, and the doctors and nurses torture them all day long, so that some of them have gone completely crazy. My mum and dad say that they're trying to help me, but I can't see it. The only help I need is help to get out of here. You'd think Dad would understand, having been imprisoned himself.