Prologue
Thursday April 19th, 2010
It’s been 1 1/2 years. Well, that’s what she assumes. She feels actually insane. Not people telling her
She was lying on the mattress that has springs coming out of it. She was in the room. A grey room. A room that could scare a man with no fears. There were no windows, no human contact, you only get one shower a week and you're lucky if you get five minutes. She got stuck in the house of the minds. She got arrested by the Watchers.
The Watchers, the Watchers. The people who control them. The people who try to make the public do what they want. They control them. Well, they try to. She didn’t listen. She believed in stuff and talked about creatures that are in our world. The ones in the water, the forest, all of that.
The Watchers make her feel insane and try to make others think she is insane. But she saw these things. But they caught her. They trapped her in this room. A grey room. All isolated. She made tick marks on the wall with a piece of chalk they gave her. The only source of entertainment she had. It was like: “Here is a thing of chalk make use of it” that’s pretty much how it was.
She laid uncomfortable and looked at all the tick marks on the wall 6 months and a few weeks. “How many years is that? 567 day? A little more?” She asked herself. She was covered in bruises and cuts. The Watchers were right outside of her room. The grey room. People make her feel insane just because she was the first person in over a century to be known as being part of the royal family. Most of the older people hated her. The kids loved her.
The older people think Shes insane. They think Shes lying. She’s not lying. The kids love hearing her stories. She wishes she can tell them they aren’t just stories...but real. She stared at the wall with the tick marks. Her thoughts rushing. When am I getting out?
She heard yelling. She knew that yell. Her friends yell. The only true friend she had that didn’t sell her out. What were they doing to her?
“Fine! Fine! I’ll do it! But you won't show her face to anyone. Not yet. She is still scared about the whole thing. Just don’t. Don’t make her do this yet ok?” Her friend told them sternly obviously protective of her.
“Alright.” One of the watchers told her friend
