If only I could really do all of those things. Maybe if I just held that bible for just a little bit, I would have the strength to run away and do some good for a change. I could work at a soup kitchen, or help the elderly or something.

For now though, I guess I just have to live this life. A life through a window.

I can feel my eyelids slipping over my pupils. But I know I need to stay awake. A few more minutes and the man will come, and after I watch him, I can curl up in my bed and sleep. But my eyelids keep falling more and more. I look at the monster sitting next to me. It’s smiling at me again. It tends to do that a lot lately. I’ve been so tired that all I can do to stay awake is to take more of the monster.