Victoria

"Dear Diary,
My nails have been bitten to uncover the raw flesh beneath. Insomnia has gained full control of my mind and fills my head with hourglass scattering thoughts and broken dreams.
My bare knees come in full contact with my head as I rock back and forth causing bruises to remain, pink and blue.
The nurse visited today and inihilated my absolute silence with the clatter of plates and child friendly knives and forks.
The bread fills my mouth with the same old taste, dry and bitter. I dribble.
I do not know the nurses name but I know the pills she slips into my food, I have calculated very closely. She does not know that I know but I do.
I wish to leave, if I could sleep I would be perfect. Beautifully perfect.
I will escape today, walk my dog, and hopefully not kill my neighbours this time.
Yours sincerely, Victoria"