I glanced over at Zackary to see him petrified in fear, or it may have just been shock from the frightening experience that we just witnessed. To be honest, I didn't really care. We were about to land on foreign soil and become planted there until we could go back......."Shhhhh, no need to talk, let's play a game," she said in a weirdly childish way. She stabbed me in the stomach and twisted like she was trying to twirl a long strand of spaghetti. It hurt like nothing I have ever felt before in my life.

My name is Caitlyn Walker. I am fifteen years old; and I don't know what to believe anymore. I am writing to you from my room in the Scarlett Plains Home for the Mentally Ill, accompanied by my nurse Olga.She may seem like she is breathing down my neck, but we have actually grown quite close. It is Olga's duty to supervise me at all times. All times except when I lay myself to sleep with the help of a mild tranquilizer. Every night, I get the shot into my arm by a nurse with Parkinson's disease. Yet, the staff still wonders why my mattress is blood stained every morning.......I woke up and...