April 10th~ Entry 1

There are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, 4.3 weeks in a month, 12 months in a year, 10 years in a decade, and 10 decades in a century. But all that time will never explain how long its felt being in this room. Cell? Chamber? Prison? I know I’m in an asylum… I still remember where I am 15 years later. Still remember where I came from, when I was born. But yet I cannot remember my family or my name. Well, birthname, I still have a name of course. They call me Patient 793.

When or how they came up with that? I do not know. All I know is that I have surprisingly not yet gone insane. I’ve lost track of time. Last time I counted the days, I was at day 5,632 or to dumb it down, 185 months and 2 days. It’s probably been weeks, maybe even months since then. I don’t even know why I started counting, I’ll probably just die here anyways. My cell door opens. The mask men are back.

April 19th~ Entry 2

They caught me writing in my notebook and took it away. Surprisingly no punishment for that unlike how it was ages ago when they would scold us for an hour and then shove us in a huge empty white room. Maybe they’ve gotten bored of it? Who knows, I’m just glad I have it back now. It’s the only thing I have left of my old life. The life before they shoved me in here claiming I was a threat to society and wasn’t fit to live amongst the others. Hm, “others”, as if they’re more normal than me. I AM AS NORMAL AS YOU GET.

…What has the world come to.

May 29th~ Entry 3?

I needed a break from everything. Those guards, like always, gladly didn’t speak as they have done so since I can remember. They’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how many times they take this thing away from me, I will still find a way to get it back. I have finally become sick of this place. I want out. I still see no point in writing these entries when nobody is going to read them?! God knows when I’m going to be released out of this hell hole. Anyways, it’s dinner time. And like always, it’s the same meal every single day, a roll of bread, meat and veggies, and a tiny cup of soup. I know I should at least be thankful that they’re feeding me, but they could at least change it up a bit. But on the contrary, I am their only patient so there is no need to constantly make new meals when they can just reheat the same thing every day. They’re back again..

June 23th~ Entry 5?

They took my book away again, but for a little while this time. A guard came in, and the interaction was pretty strange. I spoke for the first time, to him.  Yep, it was a boy. And he had betrayed himself by accidentally telling me that there are other patients here, so my guess was wrong. But what I though was just a small little meaningless interaction between me and this guard, had gotten weirder by the minute. He took his mask off. Yep, a face reveal… and he also revealed that his name is Christopher. To be completely honest, he wasn’t half as bad as what I thought the guards would normally be like. Maybe he can be my new friend.

August 5th~ Entry I can’t keep track…

He want’s to help me escape with him. It’s been 2 whole months and we’ve already gained each others trust. He’s really nice. So far, ever since he first came into my cell, he came in and chatted with me 17 times.  He made me actually laugh for the first time in god knows how long. And now he want’s to escape with me. WITH me. Turn’s out, him and the other guards are being held “prisoners” meaning that they aren’t allowed to leave since they got the “job”, so he want’s to leave, and want’s to take me with him. I’m finally going to leave and won’t go insane here.

August 30th

We’ve made a layout of our escape plan. Since the only time, according to Chris, they allow the patients to leave their cells is to go to the showers, he’s going to escort me out normally like the rest. And then, when we get to the hallway leading towards the showers, we run. All the way down to another hallway, one in which has an entrance to the vents, and having the exit leading outside. Chris says we’ll have to do it soon, fall is right around the corner and leaving right at it’s arrival is no good. ” We don’t have the supplies to survive the chilliness, and you could freeze to death with your low health and thin material of the clothing” he states. It’s risky, but it’s worth a shot. I’d do anything to leave this place, and anything to never return.

November 16th

I forgot I had this thing. It brings back too many bad memories from that place, which makes sense why I haven’t touched it. Hello again! I’ve now realized that I haven’t written in this thing since my escape with Christopher. Well, since I clearly am very alive and able to write this entry, I guess you can tell that that we survived. A lot has changed since then. But it’s a little hard to explain it all through here. But to summarize, I am healthy, have a job, in a happy and healthy relationship (not with Chris), have a comfy and cozy home. Oh and I have a name! It’s Jessica! Pretty right?

But I guess this is the end. I’m never picking this book up ever again, and also don’t have enough pages to write more entries even if I wanted to so there really is no point in keeping this thing. The past is in the past, and I hated it then, and still do till this day. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to keep holding onto this or pretend it doesn’t exist every time I pass by. So, farewell. There is no more Patient 793, no more asylum and creepy cell. All that’s left is what’s to come.