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This is Annie.

I have not given you a second name and it is also possible that I have not given you my correct first name, either. I do this because, firstly, I want to, and secondly, because disclosing personal information in letters that shall never be read by anyone other than silverfish is an entirely superfluous exercise.

The purpose for which I write this is for the sake of mental stimulation and also, I suppose, to organise my thoughts, as I have been told that it is easier to do so when they are on paper as opposed to in your head.

I presume – for what good it will do – that I should start out by identifying the reasons why I am so bored as to occupy my time with scribbling inconsequential notes onto crumpled scrap paper.

I am in a prison. I spend hour after hour in a geometrically perfect little block with a tiny window which is so high up that it cannot provide a view. My best guess is that it is there to ensure that I don’t suffocate, although the cheerless, sterile décor and mental atrophy of being trapped among the “unstable inmates,” as they are called, will probably be enough to do that on its own. Were it not for the pen and paper in my hands, I would probably have bashed my own head in out of sheer frustration.

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I cannot remember what happened before my incarceration. Maybe that’s a result of some grievous illness that saw me transferred here. Now I mention it, that brings me to the other reason why I have started these letters. There are two concerns that I wish to address, and recording my progress will aid me in tracking how that progress proceeds. The first of these is that I have blackouts, which seem to be increasing in number lately. I must find out why this is happening at all costs, and establish a way to cure this ailment. Until I do, I will be tied to this cell.

The second concern is that a stranger has arrived in the cell across from me, and I am curious as to her purpose for being here. There was no explanation for her arrival and I do not remember anybody bringing her in, but that is likely because of the aforementioned blackouts. Among my other machinations, I must make it a priority to obtain information on her. She may yet prove useful.

Until more surfaces, this will be my last communique. Paper is hard to come by here, so I do not wish to waste it. With that, I will take my leave.