Entry 1 Dear Diary, This place is boring, it’s all grey; grey walls, grey roof, grey floor. Grey, grey and more stinking grey. Momma says I have to stay here, but I don’t really know why. I don’t remember much either of how I ended up here in the room of grey. One minute I was coloring with my brother in the living room, I remember because I was trying to color a rainbow but Levi had the blue crayon; he wouldn’t let me have it, no matter how nicely I asked. Then my brother broke it in half, MY blue crayon, my favorite out of all the crayons. I had gotten so mad at him. I screamed at him, I screamed so loud that the walls rattled. Then there is nothing. I woke up here, in this room, surrounded by grey. I miss my crayons. I miss Momma. Entry 2 Dear Diary, Momma came to see me today! But her eyes were red, like she had been crying. She smiled but she was sad, how was that? When I’m sad, I can’t smile, how can she and cry at one time? Momma said I did something, something that isn’t my fault and something I’m too young to understand. She’s right, I don’t understand, how could I’ve done something that I actually didn’t do and without knowing how I did the thing I actually didn’t do? She said the doctors were going to help me. I don’t like doctors. Entry 3 Dear Diary, Yep, still don’t like doctors. These ones are really mean, they stick me with needles and don’t even give me a lollipop. The food is gross to, I can barely stomach it. I wanna go home but they say I can’t. Momma comes every day but never brings Levi. Is he mad at me for yelling at him? I honestly didn’t mean to. I asked about him today but she just did that weird sad smile that I don’t understand. Entry 3 Dear Diary, Levi I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell and I promise I’ll never do it again. It’s the reason why I’m in here, because I yelled. I promise I’ll never to do it again, if I swear on that promise will they let me go? I miss Levi, I miss my bed, my home, I miss Momma’s cooking and her back rubs. I just wanna go home. I hate it here. Entry 4 Dear Diary, They told me I could never leave, they told me I’m too much of a risk. Too much of a hazard to society. Momma was visiting me when they barged in and pulled her from the room. She put up a good fight but the men with guns were stronger. Momma was pulled from my room and out of my sight, there was a popping sound like a firework. Momma always said never light fireworks indoors. It’s been five days, Momma hasn’t come to visit me. Entry 5 Dear Diary, I. AM. ANGRY. Entry 6 Dear Diary, I broke my promise, I yelled, and it felt good. The walls rattled again but I got a needle in my butt before I could find out what was going on. It made me sleepy and when I woke up I had a device on my face that kept my mouth from opening. I wanna go home, they won’t let me. I wanna see Momma, they won’t let me. I have questions and they won’t answer them. Where’s Momma? Where’s Levi? Why can’t I go home? Why am I here? What is happening?! Entry 7 Dear Diary, ‘I’m too powerful for a young girl’ that’s what I overheard. They said ‘if I’m this strong now, how strong will I be when I’m older?’ And to ‘think of the possibilities’ I don’t want to, I want to get out of this grey room, I want to go home. I don’t understand why THEY don’t understand that! I’ve been watching their faces and I don’t like how they look at me. Their smiles are not like Momma’s smile, not even the sad ones she had fallen into the habit of flashing. I want out. I’m getting out of here. I’m finding Momma and Levi once I do. I’ll tell Levi how sorry I am for yelling and giving Momma the biggest hug. I’ll promise my brother to never yell again, but for tonight; I’ll do it one more time.