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It was dark, it was gloomy.
It was downright miserable. And I was stuck inside the mental hospital. It was just a year ago that my house burned down in an accident that would ruin my life forever. A cigarette was all that they found that could have been the cause of the arson. And yet, I still remember fighting the men that held me back from going back into the house… I still remember my parents' faces. Forever etched into my memories.
And it was terrible.
So every day now, since that fateful and terrible day, I've had to wake up here. Confined to my own solitude. I feel that I'm going insane, and so I write. I've written my own past several times, but never quite liked it. Maybe this one will be the one. My four walls are my prison, and these nurses who protect me from myself are my family. It's maddening, this world. Wrenches those close to you away from you.
There is one window here. I don't look outside much; too afraid of what will look back at me. My entire being has been numbed. And I myself am so cold. The darkness follows me, and the light runs it away. This strange, strange room, yet so familiar, with its warm colours, and childish stuffed creatures… They torture me so. Pushing me towards my insanity, urging me on to just end it all… The ultimate sacrifice.
My ten year old brain knows that it is weary, aged far beyond what it should really be. And yet, something inside of me forces me onwards along this lonely road called Life.

It's been a week since I wrote to you last, oh walls of my insanity, and I've made my decision. With my teddy in hand, I've decided to break out. I'm leaving, and the window's glassy reflection of what I've become seems like nothing compared to the fear I feel now. If I make it out of this alive, I will write to you again. But for now, farewell, as I leave you forever. I hope that you may treat your next tenant more kindly than you have treated me…

Description
It was dark, it was gloomy.
It was downright miserable. And I was stuck inside the mental hospital. It was just a year ago that my house burned down in an accident that would ruin my life forever. A cigarette was all that they found that could have been the cause of the arson. And yet, I still remember fighting the men that held me back from going back into the house… I still remember my parents' faces. Forever etched into my memories.
And it was terrible.
So every day now, since that fateful and terrible day, I've had to wake up here. Confined to my own solitude. I feel that I'm going insane, and so I write. I've written my own past several times, but never quite liked it. Maybe this one will be the one. My four walls are my prison, and these nurses who protect me from myself are my family. It's maddening, this world. Wrenches those close to you away from you.
There is one window here. I don't look outside much; too afraid of what will look back at me. My entire being has been numbed. And I myself am so cold. The darkness follows me, and the light runs it away. This strange, strange room, yet so familiar, with its warm colours, and childish stuffed creatures… They torture me so. Pushing me towards my insanity, urging me on to just end it all… The ultimate sacrifice.
My ten year old brain knows that it is weary, aged far beyond what it should really be. And yet, something inside of me forces me onwards along this lonely road called Life.

It's been a week since I wrote to you last, oh walls of my insanity, and I've made my decision. With my teddy in hand, I've decided to break out. I'm leaving, and the window's glassy reflection of what I've become seems like nothing compared to the fear I feel now. If I make it out of this alive, I will write to you again. But for now, farewell, as I leave you forever. I hope that you may treat your next tenant more kindly than you have treated me…