Day One...of however many days it has already been in here.
The idea of writing - as far as one could call speaking into a computer writing - my thoughts down is far from appealing, but if that naive little therapist thinks it will help me in some way, then so be it. At least it’s something to do, I’m tired of staring at the same four walls all day.
I suppose even that is better than being taken back to the laboratory. The experiments they conduct are unknown to me, I see no point in them. I want to know what it is they are doing to me. Perhaps they see it as some sort of recompense for what I did to Eri, but they’d be wrong. I had integrity. I had reason.
I hope they leave me alone for a little while. I didn’t realise quite how much things could hurt when immediate repair isn’t an option.
I miss-
No. Silly to linger on the past. It’ll only drive me insane.
Chisaki, K - 22/03/20











