Passing Time. That’s all I’m doing here.
Days merge into one another. The routine helps.
I keep to myself. I don’t get involved in the fights, spread rumours, or take sides. Nobody bothers me. When Jackson had to spend a week in the infirmary I was let alone.
My only goal is to walk out of those gates. Until then, it’s just a dream.
I can’t wait to wake up.
Match the story (and the number) to the face at Mirrors.